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.
