Every
seven days, I wander back to Main street. Air never changes, always with that
low mist.
I
decided, I’ve spent all this time wandering around. I don’t think I’ll wander
this time. I only ever get lost. Not that I mind being lost. It’s a bit
refreshing.
I’ll
stay put for now. Wander when I’m bored. Sit when I’m done with that. Still not
a single human being around, and I can’t say I mind very much. This is the
safest I’ve felt in a long time.
