Eh, I’ll do a short one I guess. I’m more suited to poetry nowadays, but a story is always fun.
The doors open.
STEP
The sun greets my back.
STEP
“Haa…”
I look around the area for some directions. A notice board, a tourist office, a bookstore. There has to be something…
And yet, all that meets my gaze are adverts and shops. Cars zoom by. Rows of footsteps head left and right.
“Why did I come to a city exactly…?”
I think back. It’s not like I planned to come here… This is just where I ended up.
I passed through towns, earned some coin, and continued my travels.
I’ll do the same here. Pass through the city, try to find my place, and when nothing else is to be gained, I can move on.
I can find a smaller place, with less people. No hotels or expensive transport. An open sky, with a strong breeze to blow away the Sun’s rays.
Maybe… I’ll get to stop.
But… Can I stop?
What does that even mean?
Would that even work?
Will I ever find time to seriously question that?
I don’t know…
Maybe I never will.
For now, that doesn’t matter. I don’t have to think about those things yet.
I should just focus on finding my route forward. Maybe I should find a Taxi. I’ll ask for tourist locations, or find out if there’s anywhere for performers to do their work. I might even get a lucky break here! I might even…
STEP
“So where ya headed?”
“… Know anywhere cheap to eat?”
Forward… Forward…
The world beneath my feet moves so quickly.
Does it ever stop?
Do we ever stop?
…
I wonder… how long have we been doing this?
