I laid down in the street today. I don’t know what I was trying to do. Was I trying to find a way out? Was I going to lie there until something happened, my death, an end to the cycles?
I laid there for hours. And then they arrived.
All of them, the faceless horde, they gathered around me and watched. And it hit me.
They’re me. I’m them. We are each a nation, independent, and yet, part of a greater whole. Myself. All of them were just a fraction of what made me, trapped and lost in their own cycles. I will not give in to this place. I will not loose myself to it, I will not share their fate. I will find a way out, for myself, for all of me.