Alex had been coming back from picking up takeout when it started to rain. The smell of rain was abriendo from the asphalt and the reflections of neon lights flashed in puddles. As the rain picked up, Alex cut across the camino and darted into la única tienda que estaba abierta en esta hora: La Bruja Fortunes.
The Fortune teller had brought him inside, behind the curtain, and sin hablar ninguna palabra, instructed him to tomar un asiento.
“It’s just that ever since I arrived from Nebraska, me siento un poco disoriented. Es que I came here porque quiero ser famoso, but now that I’m here, I can’t seem to remember why that was important to me.”
“Tu camino te presenta only what you need to know next, you might not always be able to see the long hall. Hay que recordar de sus sueños de cuando estabas un niño.”
Quiero recordar. I know that there was a time when all of this was so importante, that I had purpose. Ahora, me siento tan perdido, like no estoy listo de estar aqui.
“Bueno, aqui cerca del mar, todo es posible. Your purpose is like catching a wave. Si no estas listo en el momento que viene, you will be pulled back out to see. Do not be ashamed de eso, que nos todo llegamos en nuestro propio tiempo, nuestro propia moda. Di me, what do you remember from the time when you felt so sure of yourself?”
“When I was a young boy, I would try to chase down the sun. The sunsets in Nebraska se parecen muy magico porque se puesta allí en la tierra. En los ultimos moments, parece que the sun is standing right in front of your face. Estábamos amigos en esta tiempo, and I would chase him and chase him until he disappeared. I was sure that one day we would be together.”
En este momento, Alex found himself inside the memory, running to chase down the sun. This time, however, el senti la atención de alguien over his shoulder. La Bruja estaba alli, corriendo a su lado.
The boy and the Bruja never left that memory. They grew up together, y nadie in Nebraska seemed to be bothered that there was a Bruja following Alex around. She was simply a presence, not saying anything at all.
Cuando Alex encretro su cumpleaños de 25 años, el hice la misma decisión. He bought a one way ticket to Los Angeles. Y la misma cosa happened. He and the Bruja crossed the street on a rainy night and entered Bruja Fortunes.
This same circumstance took place over and over, como las ondas bailando con la luna, y eventualmente cada persona en los ángeles estaba bailando juntos en la misma historia, entrando en la memoria de Alex chasing the sun in Nebraska, living out his life, and reentering the Bruja Fortune at 25.
Juntos, la gente de Los Angeles bailan, perdidos en esta pregunta perpetua, in the fever of youth, commanding to know their purpose.
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