We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
A PVIM Microfiction Challenge
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
And yet, I bring a facet of understanding of everything.
I, somehow merely nothing, am yet still meaningful.
This road is endless and narrow. But with each step forward I can create the highest of skyscrapers. Limited to the path, limitless to the universe. What a strange contradiction.
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Oneg In The Arctic
A storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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Comments (9)
This is powerful, the cadence and the subject matter fit so well. It’s at a steady clip of ruminating thought about time and our place in the world, blends so well. very nice micro fic
This story raises some essential questions that the human family needs to answer yesterday. I believe it was Carl Sagan who said something on like, "We are a speck of dust living on a mote suspended on a sunbeam." What in the name of all get out are we waiting for?
Strong stuff, a well-deserved top story.
Absolutely loved the lines "...the highest of skyscrapers. Limited to the path, limitless to the universe." Wonderful job! Congratulations on TS!
This is excellent. "Limited to the path, limitless to the universe. What a strange contradiction." Indeed.
So good. Got to be on the winner’s podium for sure.
Oneg, you inspire me every time I read your works. ' Every step etched, is a step taken' Congratulations
and still meaningful, fabulous
Woah...time is not a concept... superb piece and that line is super brilliant! C 🤍