They walk.
They go about their lives, each carrying their own stories, their own problems, their own fragile victories.
Alone together, crossing the same streets yet living separate worlds.
I’m not here to join them. I’m only here to look, to comment, to try (sometimes in vain) to understand the incomprehensible.
I wander these streets like a vagabond, lost in the town, watching life unfold in fragments I can never fully grasp.
