Quotropolis

"Are you happy?" she asked. I couldn't answer right away. I'm not unhappy, I don't think, but I'm not particularly overjoyed. Nothing to do with what has lately happened; I'm just not satisfied with my living. I don't know what I'm doing with my time, or with whatever talents I might have. Fuck--I don't even know what those talents are. Lucky and cursed are those who know their destiny. Maybe I've got sculptor's hands. Maybe I've got the cure for cancer forever undiscovered in my head. I suppose it's better this way--this unknown future--but it doesn't make for easy days.