There once was a
girl. The saddest girl in the world,
because she kept believing. She thought
she was so clever and strong. She
thought she was different. She thought
all of the red lines would lead to one circle that would form a barrier around
her forever. But the red lines didn't. They just lead to more red
lines. She can no longer remember the
red line she started from. When she
tries to walk backwards nothing looks familiar—all she can see is what is in
front of her. The boy laying down the
red straws does not help her. He pays no
attention to anything other than the red straws, and to placing them on the
large, white sheet spread across the middle of the open market. No one cares about him being there and he doesn't care about them. He does not see
the girl standing in the middle of all of the red straws, trying to remember
where she came from. Soon there are so
many straws leading in so many different directions that she loses hope. She does not understand the pattern. Only the boy does. He is the one who keeps us
all wandering down different lines, so that we never meet. We must never meet. We must never speak to each other. The boy’s job is to keep us all walking, but never at the same place together. We must always remain lost and alone.
There is a solution but the boy genius will never open his mouth. He talks with the red straws. They tell his story for him. And it is a beautiful story, in its own way. A beautiful story of loneliness and loss and of being lost until all wandering ends.
There is a solution but the boy genius will never open his mouth. He talks with the red straws. They tell his story for him. And it is a beautiful story, in its own way. A beautiful story of loneliness and loss and of being lost until all wandering ends.
