Where do we go from here? Does it matter where we’ve been, who we’ve known, how we’ve lived? How we have kept living… Still standing, struggling in spite of it all. In spite of ourselves. Our struggles, our drive. Where do we go from here?Where do we go from here? Does it matter where we’ve been, who we’ve known, how we’ve lived? How we have kept moving… Still standing, struggling in spite of the door. In spite of ourselves. Our struggles, our strife. Where do we go from here? I can’t call it. For as much as I think I know. I really know nothing at all…