If his mind was a town, then everything was out on the edges. Nothing in the middle but wide roads, empty storefronts and apartments for rent. He’d have to start walking if he was going to get anywhere. Ten steps into his travel he stopped and wondered if this was really worth it.
He had to focus on what he was looking for, but all he could come up with was something. Anything. This place should be dense, he thought, high rises and narrow streets and buildings built on the past. There should be traffic and chaos.
But there wasn’t.