An anchor in the future prohibits a presence in the now. But how is it that I long to grasp that chain and heave and pull closer to the anchor. Beneath a tide of invisible rushing in a veiled attempt to rationalize a perfect world. A Future clouded and unknown but so anxiously desired. I've heard of some anchored in the past... others anchored to jobs, locations, families, friends... How is it I've cast mine into the imperceptible beyond?