footsteps, path, prints, beaches not washed away by the tide of time, but caught, captured, immortalized, there, easily accessible, easily read, and wondering, sidewalks sealed, those family circus shoe prints from kids that don't wear those kinds of shoes, but there, the path, it shows, and to play the game, to wonder what if, a comic book, a series, what if? sliding doors, that one day, or another day, just once sticking to my gut, what if? the divergent timelines, the changes, the similarities? what if? nowhere near where i am now, a different college, a different major, but ultimate probably a constant, but everything else? or maybe something a little different, a maybe not as big, maybe the same college, but a different freshmen year, and then thereafter, for ever and ever. how much or how little would it have mattered?