I lost a part of my life some time ago. I now spend my days attempting to find it. I moved to the City so I could find it. I hadn't lost it here but people told me that the City is where all lost things find their way. Eventually.

Words that could have meant anything. They never made sense to me. I took them literally and moved what was left of me to the City.

Its here that I realized the true meaning. When you feel lost, you move to the City. Things are brighter in the City. Streets of neon light. Every path marked out. No one gets lost out here. And you always have some where to go.

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I wanted this piece to have a slight kafkaesque feel to it. Please feel free to contribute in anyway you wish. Just make sure the new pieces are small enough. 100 - 200 words, so it doesn't give the story an absolute direction.

updated Feb 18 '09 by ixarux