Rigid cities bend with footprints left on wet concrete, and perhaps, the surface changes its mind.
Who knows, maybe once upon a time, gravity too was just a figment of someone's imagination
"For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying--what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must say simply what one felt."
Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
He couldn't come to terms with what was against his nature. He didn't see what everyone else regarded as fate and accepted. He knew he'd get more restless as he normalized things. They thought he'd be convinced at the ceremonies of terror whose history began with humanity. The others were so alien to what was going on that they couldn't be native to those grounds. He had to breathe. The freedom he toiled for was a result of his countless moments of desperation... Wherever he goes, there's nothing that he can attach himself to. As he threw aside his shields and chains, he turned his face to where the day dawned. Now he wants to go all the way around the world following an untrodden route.
Zig Zag Stone Stand
"Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself."
G. B. Shaw
Sometimes all we do is to idle around in a dimensionless platform in a troubled universe for an infinite time.
He continues to be himself with his flawed plans, misunderstood words and repeated mistakes.
There are more things to be discovered