Perspective

This piece is a bit more concept driven then my recent entries.

He walks from east to west, following the fiery conductor in the sky, the one who promised him an answer. Every night he sleeps in alleyways, on suburban sidewalks, and under trees. Then each morning he walks as before. Food is found when needed in dumpsters, from strangers both friendly and not so. Every day his actions only change on a superficial level. His actions are always meant to prolong survival only so his goal can be reached. Through dense cities and the forested nowhere he walks in search of his destination. Others have approached him and asked, “Where are you going in such a hurry?” To this he responds, “To the end of the world of course.” Confused the others continue, “But why and how?” He answers back, “When I reach the end, the cliff with nothing after, I’ll jump. How is unimportant, but I will.” Knowing the conversation will go no further, the others usually walk away confused, but already once again engrossed in their own problems. So, as before he walks, from east to west, in search of the end, always alone because nobody else has ever shown interest in the same end. Nobody else has the same desire because his goal is his own, just as each other has their own. For he only walks from east to west in his own mind. When compared to the others he sees himself as natural, east to west. But to others he strays north, he strays south, and to others still he does not move at all. And each other, in their own mind, in reference to each individual other is walking from east to west in natural harmony; from right to left in search for their own end.