I walked to the edge of town and peered into the darkness and the void. I wondered where the traveler was now. I could only imagine destinations. I remembered something the traveler once said. The traveler never leaves home.
Home is where the traveler is.
Somehow this began to make sense to me. Perhaps the town was correct. I certainly might be broken. I did not seem to fit into the town as others did. Certainly the others had companionship, something I longed for but never seemed to find.