Today's writing

Everyone looks like they’re with someone else. I try to reason with myself: you’re new in town, do you expect a posse straight out of the box? The answer, of course, is yes. I press on through Pernstyn Square toward Třída Míru, the town’s main drag. To my left is a theatre; to my right a bus stop. Above me is an archway and for a minute my imagination takes me in all sorts of directions. Who has passed under here before me? What were their dreams their thoughts? What brought them here? Then I decide I genuinely don’t give a fuck, and turn up Credence on my headphones.