Walking the Dream

Wandering in a city, a place I hardly recognize, streets lined and littered with broken houses lonely in their defeat, slumped beside old cars, battered and rusting, desolate in exhausted light near the end of day, I walk alone. And though I feel the others, as lost as I am, hiding here and there, watching as I make my way into the dusk, the stench of sewage everywhere, I walk alone, and as I walk I begin to know how I will need to walk a long way to leave all this behind.