The Corner

I onsdags var jag på en Short Story Work Shop, det var en intressant upplevelse. Vi fick en uppgift: gå ut på stan och hitta ett hörn som representerar din personlighet och skriv om det. Detta genererade väldigt olika tolkningar. Hypotetiskredaktionen presenterar här sin egen tolkning, av sig själv, och hörnet. 13 minuter tog det att skriva. Oredigerat, och med frusna fingertoppar. Trevlig helg!

The Corner

I have my back against it, but the view is open. It’s freedom to choose, but then again, there are only a certain number of roads to choose from. You don’t know me, I say to someone. Or did I just think it? Does it matter?
There are three roads. I want to pick all of them, steal all the bricks that cover them and rearrange them. I want to make my own road. What? No, I don’t know where that coffee shop is. Can’t you see I’m building? Yes, it’s my own road, it doesn’t need bricks.
The wind is in my face, but it’s not a metaphor, its just wind. It’s going where the world wants it to go. Where does the world want the wind to go? I’m building; I’m not even using bricks. What? You think that’s pretentious, well, you don’t see my pile of bricks either, do you? Where is it going? I don’t know, do we always need an answer?
I got my back against it but the bricks are piled up next to me and the wind is. There. They don’t know, and its ok, it will be fine. Cause tomorrow the wind feels different, and it still doesn’t mean anything. And the road will still be there – but I will not be. But there is always a new corner where you can pile up the bricks. There is always time to make your own road.