Unfinished idea

Suddenly, I want to follow him. I want to file in with the rest of the crowd that's gathered behind him and I want to follow them to wherever the hell it is they're going. I want to accompany them all to the ends of the Earth, and then I want to walk off the edge with them like the dirtiest and most despondent lemming you ever saw.he

I don't know why, and for reasons I can't explain, I don't want to ask.

Slowly, I get up from my spot on the ground. I don't think to dust myself off or straighten my jacket that's hanging off me all lopsided. I don't think about much of anything at that point. All I do is walk. I end up somewhere between an underdressed whore and another bum in a big coat. I see the bum's gaze out of the corner of my eye, and he's staring off into space with his mouth half-open like a kid stuck in a good daydream. There's a line of drool at the corner of his lips. He looks like someone lobotomized him and his last moments of conscious thought were spent enjoying every second of the pain.

The thought doesn't bother me. I don't know why. I can't explain why. I.don't think I'll ever be able to explain why.