north of the future i go

The last randomness redone, Palin-style:

The majestic sky, the unbridled shores, I can see from my backyard Sweden, or Switzerland. All countries, no difference, the same stretched like an abandoned highway, abandoned like a long lost love, started seven years ago, began abruptly like a superhero origin story and then ended some five years later, like the fall of the great arch-nemesis. The breath of summer is warm but not today, not in this corner where winter's song play like a movie marathon, movies about boy wizards, and doomsday clock, and travelers to Barcelona. The relentless wind of December blows, untimely, blows away dancers and their dreams. But dreams are like Russian nesting dolls. And dreams are like pizza, which you cannot abandon. Pizza, the great one, sitting on the plate like the great wilderness for you to embrace all that it contains. So, I walk the wilderness, for the life that is along the road that is north, north of the future I go.