TWENTY-FOUR.

Through walking and aloneness. While I have been quite quiet lately even though I have been writing volumes of letters to a person with no address anymore. It is curious how a city prompts self-consciousness, that a placed filled with busy people going about their lives most with even recall walking by you maybe. Somehow though here I feel the weight of the population. Walking used to make me disappear in many ways in the south, dispite the very known fact that everyone knew me as the girl who walks, an uncommon trait mainly because I walked alone.