Everything is reduced to the road not taken —Frost was such a wise man…
We look back, and a whole different chain of facts unfolds before our eyes.
Could another path take us to a better point of view on the same landscape?
Our journey is full of crossroads through which we peek into what we couldn’t choose,
And our perfect imperfection suddenly reveals a noticeable crack.
If we had followed a different road, would we have met?
Would we have spoken?
Would we have recognized ourselves the way we do now?
And if we had… What then?
Can you see all the possible endings on the infinite horizon?