M

This is the city where M lives. He lives there without telling me anything, but I got it, because I already tried to find him in the city where we used to live ten years ago. He didn’t run and hide and I didn’t hide and seek. We just lived the slow motion of fast forwarded different videos in exactly the same player and exactly the same duration. He moved and I stayed. Footsteps flipped and flopped. He clicked and I clicked. The clock ticked and tocked.

I half thought about M for a half of duration of my half fast forwarded life.

This is the city where M lives. We didn’t meet. We were two dots of the millions ones, moving, and trying to get into the tube on time.