look,
i've actually applied to college, sent a line with shinny promises of the past into my future. the line is out there, slack still, but just fresh, just new, and the sky is huge and there are only hopes of a day fishing. there isn't any dealing with the fish, little preference to what fish is caught, to what will be done, and idea of the fish is still an abstraction, hidden under the murky water of lake erie or the pudget sound.
look,
there i am, being the fisher man, looking at the sky, no nerves, not yet, about what i'll catch or what it will taste like or if i'll catch anything at all...
but look,
here i am will weary eyes and more lines to cast into what may or may not become my future in this more or less certain world with all these things that i don't know, with all these things that i might not want to know, and all these emotional blog postings