This is a story, a story
of a man. A fictional one, but aren’t all stories really just fictional. This
man seemed out of this world in a way that no one could really pinpoint. He
walked amongst everyone but was quite separate with everyone. On that summer’s
day, he wondered how he got to where he was. I mean, physically he knew. He had
taken a plane there, took a bus and then went on by foot. But, I what I am
talking about is how he got to be how he is.
It’s as if he was half
invisible.
When he was very young,
he scarcely felt any strong connection with himself. He had friends.
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