"The Ides of March are come..."

Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow, I find myself drifting, floating, nonchalant. What is the meaning of my life?

Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow, I contemplate, what will I be doing in two months? Where will I be? Where will I be going? Drifting, floating, nonchalant?

Somewhere between this morning and this evening, the ides of March came...but are not yet gone.

So I continue to drift, float...nonchalantly until I fall asleep.

Tomorrow is another day.