By Tom H. Brooks 3
A man walks endlessly through the vast sprawling city. He is continuously alone and anonymous. He moves along aimlessly, wandering its boulevards, thoroughfares, side streets, empty lots, parks, structures and back alleys. He meanders both above and underground. He is constantly amazed and wide-eyed at everything that catches his eye from the most obvious to the most inconspicuous details. He soaks it all up like a sponge. He takes in every little observation with a shutter click of his mind`s eye. Nothing escapes his notice. He strolls from the fringes to the center and back again. He goes from the furthest edges of industrial wastelands and forgotten ruins to the very heart of the city, the beating throbbing heart of its economy, the engine that drives it ever-forward. He has no destination in mind. The journey itself IS the destination. His only goal is to SEE, to learn, to explore. In this roundabout and haphazard way, he comes to know the heart of it, its soul, so to speak. He becomes one with the city. It is like taking a walk inside himself, through the labyrinth of his own complex mindscape. There are no accurate maps for this uncharted terrain. Where his mind and the landscape come together is the nexus, if you will. There is no name for this location and if you are lucky enough to find it, it is the place where one finds epiphanies…revelations.
There is no end to this, nor would he want there to be. There is an old saying; “The longest journey begins with but a single step.” He has taken that first step and many, many more since. And, his journey has just begun. Where it leads….? Well, only time will tell….