all I want is a car, a CD, a camera and a long road leading to somewhere, where i can shap-shot the scenes and piece them together in the album on my coffee table at home with a glass of tea and William Fitzsimmons in the background, kneeling and placing the pieces of this journey, of this life together... not alone, but comfortable. searching but confident thinking but not doubting, wondering but not knowing... with the boxes still packed, and the messages stacked high on the machine... just being