I stood at the train station waiting. There were so many pigeons to talk to. One of them told me her name was Amelia and she had 11 pigeon children, but they didn’t talk to her anymore. They all flew away to different places. And there was nothing I could do to comfort her. She wouldn’t listen to my advice. I was so hungry. The pigeons were generous with their food rations. There were bread crumbs they’d been gifted that they shared with me. I was grateful and I accepted their charity.
“Excuse me, miss?” A man’s voice startled me.
“Yes?”
“Where is the closest grocery store?” He asked.
I didn’t know. I didn’t know anything.
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything.”
“Do you know your name?”
I couldn’t remember my name. I decided it was time to name myself. So I decided upon Julia. It was the only name I could remember. There were so many famous Julias to emulate, as I mentioned to you before; whoever you are. Are you out there reading this? I know you are and you care. You care that I find my identity. I know you do.
“Julia.” I said blushing.
“Thank you Julia.” He said smiling. “I’ll look around.” And with that he left the station to search for a potentially mythical grocery store.
Night was approaching quickly. There was no train schedule. As you might imagine, I was shocked when the train came zooming into the station. I felt a sense of relief and terror. I knew I needed to leave this place, but I didn’t know where Nowhere was and where I would end up. I was disgusted and sick. I was angry and sad and i didn’t know why. I couldn’t distinguish between lower case and capital letters. I couldn’t make out what a period or a semi colon was. I was writing a book with someone, but I couldn’t remember who.
The train came to a screeching halt. The conductor stuck his rigid body out of the car and shouted:
“All aboard to Nowhere!”
I got on and prayed for a new life.
