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A person was walking along a road. This person wondered why he/she was walking at all when she/he had nowhere to go, and nothing to go to. So the person turned around, and began walking back to where he/she had come from. Then she/he realised he/she wasn't living anywhere of note nor doing anything of signifigance before setting out on his/her journey, so there seemed to be no more point in turning around and returning to a known and familiar nothingness, than there was to continuing walking towards a new nothingness. The man or woman, boy or girl, realised he or she had come to a crossroad in his/her life. The most confusing part of this was the fact that the crossroad of life existed on a straight road. One without any sign of an intersection or junction. No traffic lights. And no anger. The road didn't seem cross at all. There were no signs on this road at all. It was just a signless road. The signless road of life with no directions. No maps. The person thought about marriage and getting one's driver's licence. How similar marriage and driving a car was to a signless road. And why people buy cars and get married. Maybe someone into reading roads or a marriage counsellor or someone with a really nice car with air conditioning could have found some direction but this person was not a road reader nor a married postgraduate university student about to do a PhD on how to go about having children. This person was a road traveller. This person had been to school for many years and never heard of a class about reading roads or how to prevent a failed marriage by taking the right road or why some cars use more petrol than others, or why the nozzle on a petrol pump is smaller for unleaded smart cars. This only added to person's confusion. The person thought about running, then remembered the saying of a wise person. "There's no use running if you're on the wrong track." So the person didn't run. The person looked around for a rock and a hard place. Whoever made the road had crushed the rocks beforehand. And the environment was easy on the eye. The only saving grace was liquourice allsorts. Hard-Boiled Lollies and Soft-Centres? Opposites.
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