London, dawn of the 21st century. No matter where I go, my steps always end up bringing me back there. Surrounded by these familiar streets, walking among these familiar faces. And somewhere in the middle of this bustling activity, I knew she was there.
I aimlessly wander, looking around me. Everywhere, little humans deeply immersed in their daily little lives, totally oblivious of the grand scheme of things. It must be nice, to be so oblivious. To be able to focus on just this one life, and experience it to the fullest. Enjoy it, resent it, feel it… It must be nice… as they say, ignorance is bliss.
I never could do that. Settling, I mean. Or rather, “having a life”. I guess I’m a different species. That’s not the way I’m wired. I’m just… not one of them. But she is.
When I watch the group of friends hanging out in pubs and laughing, the cute couples relaxing in parks and being all lovey-dovey, the parents picking up their children