Dialogue between a traveller and a hometown.
-What are you searching for? Have you lost your mind? Running away from nothing and waisting time. Your endless motion, “where to stop dilemma”
- But there is no solutions, no home, no drama.
- Meaningless emotions, I wait and days go by, and you leave and come back, and on my skin you lie.
- And I’ve come to master the art of saying goodbye.
-You’ve come to master the art of leaving your loved ones behind! Our combined illnesses, how do they make you feel? Never ending ritual, I’m stuck here, you’re never still.
- And you’ve been walked on for a thousand years already!
-Call me a worn out city, but you’re worn out just like me.