1
With an inept notion of profoundness, I noticed, as I walked
through the same street, over and over again, that I was in
fact, walking through the same street. Over, and over again!
It came as quite a surprise, seeing how that I was
relatively positive that I had been walking in a relatively
straight passage, with no unanticipated sudden curves. And
it wasn't that all the streets appeared to be the same,
whilst in fact being only rather similar, because after I
was finally fairly aware of what was going on, I paid
special attention to all the details around me. The people
that were walking down the street were the exact same
people, over and over again. The trees, the houses, they
were all completely identical, completely!
I started to investigate the matter more deeply, and came
to the conclusion that it is in fact the same street. If
checking the names of the house owners via mailbox wasn't
enough (it could had been a grand coincidence, but I doubted
it then as you are probably doubting it now), checking for
house numbers and the actual name of the street sure was a
good give-away.
It had been determined. I was stuck, without knowing why,
or HOW. No matter what I did, I'd still end up at the exact
same point, walking the exact same road, over, and over
again...

2

Feeling quite completely helpless, a newer question arose to
mind. What is, in fact, the name of this alleged street? I
was sure I read it, and read once more, but the image
couldn't be burned into my memory. Being a ware of this, I
stepped towards the big street signed and stared at it.
I couldn't read it. It was completely blurred out, or
written in an unfamiliar language, and yet somehow, I
remained positive that the writing was the same on each time
I checked.
I must be dreaming, I called, thinking I had the answer.
Trying to force myself to wake up, I felt rather silly,
after realizing that I was in fact, wide awake.
So this is it, then, I thought. I must have gone and lost my
marbles.
"I know what you're probably thinking," Said a voice from
near by, "So this is it, then, I must have gone and lost my
marbles."

3

The voice belonged to a man in a black trench coat, who was
now casting a shadow on me, as a large tree behind him was
somehow shadowing the most of his face, causing me to render
him as quite mysterious.
"Trust me, young one. You haven't gone insane. Far from it,
to be exact."
"No, I'm pretty sure this is what it is." I replied, "There
isn't any other logical explanation."
"In terms of westerns logics, no, there isn't. But you must
open your mind to the possibility. You stand before a major
and crucial moment in time. This is a place of great
importance. Many have been here, and failed to achieve the
ultimate goal. Here lies the true essence of life itself!"
"42?" I asked jokingly.
"You know," he said, suddenly in a much less grandiose
voice, "If I had a nickel for every time I heard this joke,
whenever a designated wise ass would come clumping down this
street, I could easily buy myself out of this lot in life."
I tried to apologize, but he didn't seem to want to let it
go.
"I mean, I come here, mysterious and everything, with great
answers for you from the beyond, and you just HAVE to use
your modern day sarcasm. It makes me sick!"
As he was walking away, I felt kind of awkward, as well as
more afraid and alone than ever. I had probably missed my
chance of finding out exactly what's going on with my life,
for good. I could still hear him murmuring as he was fading
out of view.
"I mean, come on! Yes, we've all read the bloody book; it's
a good book, really! I appreciate the author very much, but
how can I be expected to take this job seriously if nobody
ever takes ME as such? I mean..."