Marcus stood motionless, a human statue frozen in time, his connection with the world lost as it continued its endless dance. Around him a myriad souls weaved purposefully, their criss-crossing trajectories surrounded him like a web, a network formed by motive and prospect. Yet he had none, at least nothing that was immediately apparent in the flotsam and jetsam of his mind.
In the search for clarity, seemingly chance encounters become ever more surreal as Marcus becomes increasingly unsettled and indecisive as he strolls along the road mapped out before him. Does he follow the path presented or resist and choose his own destiny? The stakes are higher than he realises!
A slightly surreal meander into the machinations of the distracted.