Walk

It’s fascinating observing how people walk. In big cities people are always rushing to their next stop and they walk so rapidly that it almost seems like running. But are they always in a rush? Could it be that they are only avoiding the state of being in-between? Maybe not being in-between, but being torn-between. “Torn”, the past participle of “tear”. It’s not a coincidence that the word “tear” looks so much like the one we use for the liquid streaming down your face when you are sad. Could you stop crying please? He always begs. But if you are torn apart it’s hard to keep the tears from being shed. You want to feel better so you go for a walk. But except your footsteps you hardly feel anything. It’s almost like the world has stopped making sense to you. The sunlight is indifferent, the breeze indifferent as well, and the waiter in the café nonchalant. You keep on walking, ignoring everything you perceive (but do not pay attention to) hoping the mind will go blank. But the tears are shedding, you cannot help it. You are walking, torn by tears. He said, would you please please please please please stop crying please? “But I cannot help it,” said you. “I am sorry.” You folded the laptop and went out for a walk. You were walking alone. You almost always have to walk alone. There’s no other options.