Text, Walkabout

Written about one of my travels. This one was inspired by a walk down the Málaga streets. To know more about this city, go to malaga.com

Walkabout

The Aborigines say that when all seems pointless and you’ve lost your way, you must start to walk and keep on walking until you meet yourself. Then you will be lost no more.
I’m paraphrasing of course, but the idea is a solid one. Just keep on walking until you find yourself again, as the world is round you always come back to the beginning and as the wheel turns…
Well, the imagery is timeless even if it’s started to become cliché in this day and age. Humans, always so swift to disregard the truth if for no other reason than that it has been said too often. Like that somehow makes it less true.
I’ve been walking for a long while now and I’ve caught glances of myself from time to time, but still it’s not close enough. This road that I find myself on, in this gods forsaken city spreads out like hot, simmering coals and ashes before me as I go. The air shimmering with moisture and light, mirages dancing just to the side of my vision where I can’t fully interpret what they mean. It’s a damn hot day.
This city I find myself in is an old one, but the stories I see around me are all of contemporary people. It’s one of those places where time reinvents itself at every turn. Reminding you that though history might be intangible and therefore exciting it’s still just the same old stories about the same old people, only a bit dustier. Well, a mite bit dustier, this town has never been very clean I do not think. It’d be hard with the south winds bringing sand all the way from Sahara on a spectacularly windy day.
Speaking of sand, the beach looks unusually beckoning today.
I think I’ll go fetch a towel. Maybe I’ll find myself in the waves.
Or maybe I’ll just forget I should be looking.
Some say that that’s when I’ll finally find what I’m looking for. It’s as good an idea as any and as I said:
It’s a damn hot day…