Here is where it starts. All that's happened is past now. Gone. Too late to change or regret. Only the future is left, an unwritten open page...
What to do, what to say, what a problem. A millennium of mistakes to ignore, and a new millennium's to plan.
Perhaps I should tell you the story of my journeys of discovery.
Perhaps you're wondering why this role should fall to us, this taking the pulse of our times?
Maybe we should get straight to it and investigate the questions of our epoch.
Or perhaps you would just prefer to hear about this girl I saw, or this guy or this piece of writing.
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