[Open Post] Strangers in Town
Kiryu sometimes wonders if Satisfaction Town would be dead soon. It is no reassuring thought. Rather...huh, dissatisfying?
To think that dyne mining was still the only source of income, he wonders not, how people leave with their families. Reconstruction proceeds in a slow, dreading matter as if a pulse had slowed down. Like a heart without a reason to pulsate onwards...Death does not consist in failure. Death consists in lack of volition to move on. Its smell persists everywhere. It is like a pulse deep down in earth...lurring and draining people down until they either run or are no more. Kiryu doesn't blame them. What a waste...or not. He understands comsumption well enough.
He brushes through his hair when he sits at the nearly empty counter. His drink is in a simple water glass. He sees his reflection in the liquid - it is the reflection of a murderer. Scars in the earth, scars in ourselves remain...and yet we shall live in remembrace of deeds done. There is no trace of a stranger since months. The same people go mining or begin reconstruction work at the break of dawn, and the very same frequent the bars at night like ghost lingering in one place. Every day, over and over again...
Kiryu looks up when the door is pushed open. The chairs crack as everyone turns at the rare sight. He leans back when an unknown face peaks through, in observation. Curiosity is in his gaze as he leans back lazily. Twirls his glass in a slow motion. "Welcome, traveller indeed...to no man's land."
