327: “Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.”
“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.”
Days are full with silence. She wakes up, she makes breakfast, she takes the bus to work, and she comes home and makes dinner. And then she puts her mask on and starts the journey.
Gotham is a pretty big city and she never knows that she’s going to face that night. Some nights she goes from rooftop to rooftop and she finds nothing. Those nights are rare thought. Most nights she finds fear and agony and anger. Gotham is her home, but damn if she doesn’t want to get out of here someday.
Maybe when she gets older. Maybe when her dad retire from his job, maybe then they would go somewhere nice, with less crime. Ah, well. Who she’s trying to fool? She loves Gotham and she loves whatever that damn city offers her. This is home. This is her home and she loves it.
She loves that no alley is the same after a few hours; an alley that is empty in one minute it can be full with life the next. It’s almost if the city is alive and changes with every hour. She can travel all around the world without leaving her own home; the Chinatown, the little Italy, the Greek neighbour.
Every night she travels and everyday she goes home.
Days are full with silence. She wakes up, she makes breakfast, she takes the bus to work, and she comes home and makes dinner. And then she puts her mask on and starts the journey.
Gotham is a pretty big city and she never knows that she’s going to face that night. Some nights she goes from rooftop to rooftop and she finds nothing. Those nights are rare thought. Most nights she finds fear and agony and anger. Gotham is her home, but damn if she doesn’t want to get out of here someday.
Maybe when she gets older. Maybe when her dad retire from his job, maybe then they would go somewhere nice, with less crime. Ah, well. Who she’s trying to fool? She loves Gotham and she loves whatever that damn city offers her. This is home. This is her home and she loves it.
She loves that no alley is the same after a few hours; an alley that is empty in one minute it can be full with life the next. It’s almost if the city is alive and changes with every hour. She can travel all around the world without leaving her own home; the Chinatown, the little Italy, the Greek neighbour.
Every night she travels and everyday she goes home.