the postman never knocks

With the sun in our faces and the wind in our hair we set out long ago into a boundless world full of hope and possibility. Now as the dusk creeps in and the sun prepares to set, we trust there is time to set it all down in words ...

... or are we destined to be commuters on the treadmill of school-work-retirement village?

Image: 1946 New York subway by a 17-year old Stanley Kubrick