I Like to Walk

I like to walk through urban wastelands.I like to walk where I won’t stumble upon anyone.I like to walk where the grass is dead and the buildings are disused.I like to walk past peeling billboards, abandoned advertisements.I like to walk out of pedestrian-friendly zones, out of friendly zones.I like to walk in areas only meantContinue reading “I Like to Walk”

Wandering Man

There’s a wandering man. Where does he go? There’s a wandering man out in the snow. There’s a wandering man. He walks slow. There’s a wandering man. He breathes smoke. There’s a wandering man. He looks cold. There’s a wandering man. He turns a corner. There’s a wandering man. I can see him no longer.Continue reading “Wandering Man”