003.rd Akt [written]
A night spent amidst torrential rain and booming thunder gives much room for thought.
There are hundreds of people here, all different not only in visage and character, but in the very worlds they come from. Even though this place is ever so small, every visit to the town makes me feel as if the world I have lived in until coming here was small and suffocating. It is a curious feeling. I have never thought of reaching such perspective.
Yet something bothers me. It is common among people here to speak of new people who come here and those who leave home. And yet...
What of those of us who have no life to return to? What of those who were saved by the very act of being brought here?
I wish I would not be the only one of my company who made this to this land.
There are hundreds of people here, all different not only in visage and character, but in the very worlds they come from. Even though this place is ever so small, every visit to the town makes me feel as if the world I have lived in until coming here was small and suffocating. It is a curious feeling. I have never thought of reaching such perspective.
Yet something bothers me. It is common among people here to speak of new people who come here and those who leave home. And yet...
What of those of us who have no life to return to? What of those who were saved by the very act of being brought here?
I wish I would not be the only one of my company who made this to this land.