One may think of the future as an exciting prospect, but it only sounds exciting until it's the present again. I wander through this wasteland, day after day, more and more poisoned by it's emptiness. I've given up my search to find joy on the sea of this malaise. Then, suddenly, I find myself on vacation.

Notes: My first and likely only fanfiction piece. I'd love to have your critique. Thank you very much.