My body is moving through crowds as my feet watch for icy patches on the snow-ridden asphalt. I am in an odd trance – I cannot decide whether I am walking towards home or away from it. Defining home proves difficult as my soles become planted to the ground. Okay, there is the moon and I can see the upcoming street where I normally turn right. Maybe if I just start walking, just start spending the time I’ve been given, my self will eventually reach where it ought to have reached by now. I convince myself to follow the random sounds in my head. After walking a while, I reach a stone wall stretched out painfully wide. No signs, no directions, just wall. I attempt to get around the wall, my bare hand caressing its rough surface until my fingers are calloused. The grey and brown mass still towers ominously above my head, almost blocking out the moon from my line of vision. But I can still see it – a tan-coloured sliver.

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