We step on cobblestones and move on. I doubt there's a finale or anything. I feel like I've been imprisoned this past day without progress. Oops, nothing, I almost got my foot on the cobblestone and kissed the ground.

We walk like we sew an alley. End of story. Just under construction. Sad, but I can't witness the goal. The library is far away. I'm sick of it. I wonder if today's subject-matter is "Library is Far Away".

"Why is the library so far away?"

"There must be a lot of things."

"What's all this about?

"The world isn't revolving around me."