Empty Pages Episode 12
# 76 Moments Strangers whose paths hadn’t met. Neither aware of the other’s existence. Of infinite possibilities — their paths met. For the briefest moment in time, there was nothing but joy. How long is a moment? A minute or a year, she wondered. Their paths separated, each their own way. Strangers again, but not stranger enough #77 The trail He was walking by the lane, minding his own business. There was just one path to follow, one place to go. Everyone knew what had to be done, no orders needed. You just had to follow the trail. Every day,every night. There was no prize for reaching first, no traffic to be fixed. Wasn’t it boring, repetitive? Had anyone ever rebelled? He hadn’t. Didn’t need to. Follow the trail, get the job done. You could get in their way, be an obstacle. A mammoth one. They’d find a way around you. Below you. Over you. They’d find a way to the other side, it was all that mattered. His folks took pride in their efficiency, work rate. Humans read books, resea...