Tragedy of Wanderer

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Tragedy of Wanderer:

When suddenly out of nowhere he realized being at a crossroad, which way to go, which way to turn his back, which one to face up, dilemma was pinning down and it was a must for him to stand his ground. Strangely every side appeared to show his face, he felt he was walking down in all direction simultaneously, as they say in quantum mechanics of parallel universe he saw happening in that moment. Was he drunk, was he high or was he watching it happening being awake, he could not make up his mind. He kept on looking at them in certain awe. Apparently, none of those faces cared of him being there, they were acting as they did not know him; or may be knew him to be of no good to know. He was appearing wasted to himself. He felt embarrassed in front of them. He felt strong urge to prove them wrong, he screamed louder, and jumped down, away from them all. Alas! Force of gravity was too strong to design his speed, he could not breathe, black air filled his lungs and eyes burst out to give way to darkness within.

He remembers no more then, when he woke up to find his pieces lying all around. There was no face anymore. He did not exist even for himself anymore. He did not mind having no flesh and bones, for he just convinced self of being a stranger to him and shook hands. It was easier this way to carry scars of those violent moments of solitude.