Walking, putting one foot before the other, repeat ad infinitum. Walking, to go from one place to another. Walking, used to get away from things. Walking, done by countless people all around me. I am walking, left, right, left, right, to get from where I was to where I am going. Also to get away from where I was with no regards to where I am going.Following the stream of pedestrians to where ever they might be going. But never seeing where that might be. Being alone while surrounded by people. Never alone, but never being noticed by them.Is this life, or is it something else? Why is it that I can’t remember where I came from. Nor where I am going? All I seem to know is how putting one foot before the other is walking, going from a place to another.
I have no memory of who I was, am or will be. I have no idea what my purpose is, if any. The people around me seem strange, but also strangely familiar. It’s raining, a slow drizzle, slowly soaking me to the bones.
The people around me change, they’re getting replaced by other people. I don’t know where they went, or where they came from. The new ones are looking at me, staring at me, and I don’t know why.
Looking for a way out I notice a metro sign. Down the stairs, up unto the platform. Nowhere a ticket vendor to be seen. At the platform uncomfortable waiting for a train. Getting strange looks from almost everyone.
Who am I? What am I doing here? Where did I came from? And where am I supposed to go?
Waarschijnlijk ben ik aan het eind ingestapt. Of juist niet, en sta ik nog steeds op het perron, mij die dingen af te vragen.