Black Marble, A Great Design

Looking for a new story. Everything seems outdated today. Routine seems to have seeped in from underneath the door and to be completely honest, I don't know what to do with it. Feels like a foreign object. I'm usually at awe around something.

And yet.

Something I can't quite describe but a sense of possible paths under a new instinctual navigation. Outrospection maybe? I have the recurring image of a moving landscape while driving under the spring sun.