Whether or not you ever find it, whether or not it is clear to you right away, or you spend years in the back of your mind searching for it, there is always a point, an instance, most often a split second when everything starts to go wrong. A distinct turning point, however inconspicuous, however subtle. It is always there, somewhere, perhaps lurking in the shadows, amid the indecision for a long, long time, or perhaps jumping out of nowhere all at once. It could be as simple as a closing of a door, a shake of the head, a decision to go left instead of right. All the catalyst to a life of wrong. There may be many, many instances throughout the years, creating a spider-webbing map of interlocking mistakes that eventually form a prison around you. And should you allow yourself to think about it long enough and account for too many of these turns, then- it is then that you may come to fear making any kind of decision at all. And it is then that you start to die. It is then that no matter which way you turn, which direction you go, which key- they are all wrong, all the wrong way, and how do you escape from that? You are doomed to a life of dead-ends and confusion and an overshadowing fear…