I wonder what's mine...

He drove amid pouring rain and, turning his head, he glanced out at the bleak brown buildings of the projects that stretched for blocks along the drive. Something inside him sank at the sight of all that sameness, and he suddenly felt defeated. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. In the past year, he'd started experiencing these moments of desperate emptiness, as if nothing really mattered, nothing was ever going to change, there was nothing new. Meanwhile, time was marching on, and all that was happening to him was that he was getting older and smaller, and one day he would be no bigger than a dot, and then he would simply disappear. All his life, he'd been striving and striving to become this thing that was himself - the entity that was Jean Karr. And then, one morning, time had caught up with him and he had woken up and realised that he was there. He had arrived at his destination, and he had everything he'd worked so hard for: he should have been thrilled. But instead, he felt tired. Like all those things belonged to someone else.