I was aware.
Finding the house and the people that occupied it was unfortunate, and unfair. But I knew what I was doing the entire time.
I chose it.
Finding myself lost in the wood was difficult enough. Not having any gasoline to move my car, or battery enough to charge my phone made it all the worse. So I only had one choice.
Walk and find something, or wallow and wait.
So I walked.
And it was unpleasant.
Dress shoes never work well within wooded areas, and suits look like shit when stained with sap. But I kept walking. The path was clear, well travelled, if narrow, overgrown, but also obvious.
It was going to take me where I needed to go.
So I followed it, willingly.
It was the only path I could follow.
And it took me to a home.
Old, and ancient. And covered with vines. It looked uninhabited, but safe from the cold and it would cover me if it rained. And I went in.
I cannot claim to understand the origin of this manor. It was falling apart, but still stately. More confounding was the fact that no road crossed it. Where did all the stones come from? Who brought them there? How did they bring them there?
But I needed rest.
And there was no other place.
I was aware.
Finding the house and the people that occupied it was unfortunate, and unfair. But I knew what I was doing the entire time.
I chose it.
Finding myself lost in the wood was difficult enough. Not having any gasoline to move my car, or battery enough to charge my phone made it all the worse. So I only had one choice.
Walk and find something, or wallow and wait.
So I walked.
And it was unpleasant.
Dress shoes never work well within wooded areas, and suits look like shit when stained with sap. But I kept walking. The path was clear, well travelled, if narrow, overgrown, but also obvious.
It was going to take me where I needed to go.
So I followed it, willingly.
It was the only path I could follow.
And it took me to a home.
Old, and ancient. And covered with vines. It looked uninhabited, but safe from the cold and it would cover me if it rained. And I went in.
I cannot claim to understand the origin of this manor. It was falling apart, but still stately. More confounding was the fact that no road crossed it. Where did all the stones come from? Who brought them there? How did they bring them there?
But I needed rest.
And there was no other place.
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