Howmany of us walk around with a worry umbrella up to protect ourselves from adverse weather/life events? As if anticipating upset could ever stop it being upsetting. It will make no difference to how something feels when it happens; future moments will be full to the brim with themselves.
Iallow myself to be held in stasis, like a nostalgic plastic action figure pining for the days when it was still in its box, with the packaging sealed. Dreaming of activity, but not actually getting the scratches and bruises that come with it.