The traveller

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The road before him was open, leading not to the sunset, nor away from it. His languid shadow could not guide his steps. To look back was to look for a dying star in the middle of the day. To look forward was to draw a face in the sand that the almighty sea would wash away. Away. “C’est le voyage qui vous fait, ou vous défait,” what are the odds? Are there two types of journeys as there are two types of wine: one that makes you forget; one that makes memories clash on the verge of death? Which one would you want to take? There is no departure without luggage; there is no staying without loss. He knew not how to make his own marks on the steppe without trail, he had only heard of mountains that one must scale.

The road before him was packed with tourists, those who collect memories like black change. What is the value of what is subject to trade? If only he had learned that even the future has an expiration date. A date. To leave was to let the other to die. To go was to hope for a new, oblivious life. "Siamo tutti rivoltanti, siamo tutti meravigliosi e rivoltanti."  What gives? Are there two types of people as there are two types of sins: those that shatter the totems, those that long for them? Which one would you want commit? There is no I without Us; there is no I do without You did. He knew not of rules made to be broken, he had only heard of the road to success.

The road before him came to a crossroads with hers, one that showed him that there’s no road at all, that those who walk make their own as they walk. To reach out for her was to admit that he was alone. Alone. To hide behind a rock was to dismiss the stories of those he had known. “Caminante no hay camino, se hace camino al andar.” Do we need to have a map? Are there two types of love as there are two types of gods: one that consumes the life out of those who it owns; one that watches the game, unaware of the outcome? There is no tomorrow without today; there is no story without an end. He knew not what the road was like ahead, he only knew that somehow he wanted to be there.