What happens when you’re neither here nor there? What part of life does that murky gray area afford us? Where do you find the island in the sea of ambivalent clouds and apathetic turning of tides?


What happens when you’re Destiny, or something that others love to proclaim as the meaning of life, is unwritten? When your future sits there on the horizon, bleak looking and filled with only shadows. A singular light meant to lead your way, but your path toward that light undefined and unrestricted.


What happens when your Destiny simply does not exist?