Not knowing where I'm going in life, not knowing anything of my future, or what I am or can make of it. Unsure of why I'm even sitting on this bench, or how I got here. My destination after this bench is all chance. Chance and random occurrences, those completing the story of my life.
             Funny people pass my way. It's interesting really, the people you see. But not many people do that, do they? They don't notice the small things like the diversity of common people. And now one sits next to me. Just another face in the crowd, but this guy's got a cold. Sneezing violently, every cough thick to the point of saturation with what sounded to be heavy mucus. Why does this man bother leaving the house? Did he want to get everyone else sick? To pass his germs as I pass my time?
             There are worse ways to spend a day I guess. Not that I always waste my days away, but I am sitting here, enjoying the scenery that's not serene, and taking in the air that could never be considered fresh. So why am I here? As I said before, I don't believe even I could answer that question. Something about this bench, something about this place, this day, this time. Is it really attracting me in the way I think? Is it all in my head? I feel that I will soon find out.
             And someone finds the seat left vacant by the sick man an appealing place to rest. Far be it from me to stop him. But an odd sensation passes through my head like deja-vŭ. What is it? What is it about this man that is so familiar? I am compelled to speak.
             "Excuse me, but would you happen to have the time?" I manage to ask. Not the best conversation starter I know, but any conversation is good at this point. I feel that if I get him to start maybe he'll tell me. What it is he'll tell me I don't know, but in my head it all begins falling into place. Wasti
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