Sometimes when the wind blows past my ears, chilling them till they turn red, my breath coming out in puffs of white air, I wonder. I wonder what life is. I wonder if there truly is a being out there, somewhere, buried beneath the rubble of our society. And I wonder what's to come. When life isn't going your way. But life is never going my way is it? Whether it be one thing or another, it just must go wrong.