Art of walking is dying.
Walking for the sake of walking – who does that anymore? People waking up in the morning, walking through the fog casually breezing through the streets and the bridges, thinking of all sorts of irrelevant things that have an alcoholic whiff of genius to them. People going out in the bland afternoons, bleak evenings, drunken nights and just walking around for no purpose. Alone. Slurping through the snow, waltzing through the rain. Not thinking of what they are supposed to be thinking. Not even thinking of what they are not supposed to be thinking. Yet thinking hard.
Where are those people?
Well, don’t you know. They are checking time on their mobile phones, like it might change.