Nausea

It was one of those days, when there are songs in the air and rain to keep beat. We decided to go for a cycle ride, all of us, to unburden ourselves from ourselves, to run away into the dark, to get lost. The rain chatted on tin roofs, and on the streets, noisily. It had secrets to tell, but we had more to tell each other. I left the whole world in my room, except my wallet. It was the heaviest thing ever, even though it was empty and yes, the emptier, the heavier.
Anyway, we were on the road that goes around in circles, and we cycled in circles. We didn’t have anywhere to go. Yet, we were in such speed and hurry to reach that end now, and then that end. Well, you can say we were searching for endings, but we didn’t really find any. It was alright though – We had each other to search with. So we cycled here and there, there and here, leaving trails for each other. No one else besides us would have wanted to follow. So we led and followed each other into the dark, passing cars and cars passed us. And we saw so many faces on the roads, all of them were the same to us. They were all nameless. I wouldn’t recognize a single one tomorrow.
So we cycled, and then came night – Night – not the ascent of dark but rather the feeling that stirs inside you telling you to rest, to sleep, to quit; it told us to leave our vehicles behind, and we, slaves, obeyed. And it was over.
Do we go around in circles again tomorrow?