What to write? What to think? Our designated path is so narrow, the steps predetermined but hazy so that I could too easily fall off the edge if I misjudge. Or is it a wall on either side of me, stretching endlessly in both directions, pressing in slowly? The pressure builds and my heart is being squeezed up through my throat. One wrong word and a speech is ruined, so why speak at all? I want to let my thoughts range free, but if they stray too far I fear they won’t find their way back.