Oh, how the winds of change have blown for this wanderer. Now the bite of the cold wind is truly felt, I have known some time in which to contemplate my decisions. Farewell, my simple days, I knew thee in perhaps a past life. I apologize for the sunken feelings brought up by my brashness, this wall a testament to the path I have walked until now. The wall, of course, is subjective, think of it as however you would wish. Pardon if I am gone for a long time, this path just seems to narrow the morre I go down it.