To Shadows that Inhabit the Corridors of Time

X knows what X wants his destination to be (or does he?). It was never a choice, really. It's what his unconscious wanted him to accept and flaunt forever, in spite of his long, winding and circuitous journey. What he does not know is whether he'll be able to evade the loopholes and the quicksands in the days of future past.

Standing in this corridor today, where frames, fragments of memories and time intersect and overlap, X hopes to not repeat the same cycle of errors in misjudgment. That's all that can be hoped for now; that X continues being a variable. Finding X would be difficult otherwise.