Beginning

Once you press the button, then there's no way of going back. The machine starts and there's nothing you can do but walk, if not run, on the rotating belt. 

There are so many choices. 

As soon as it begins, it's starting to end. As soon as it starts to grow and get the hang of things, my feet are chasing the shoes again. I don't really get this. I just know that for a while I didn't want to settle. I don't know whether it's good or bad, that I often feel very temporary, like a visitor from outer space wherever I am. Belonging to no where and everywhere. I wonder how the puzzle will mesh together. What picture it would form. 

One step at a time, and according to Ellie's dad from Contact: "Small moves, ... small moves."