It seems like I spend all my time watching what's around me.
Watching, hoping to understand how the world works —
how people walk, how light reflects, how I can find my place in all this chaos...
I keep watching the changes, the comings and goings. I have nowhere to go, I think to myself.

The world grows bigger, and as I endlessly go around in circles, I feel smaller and smaller.
I wonder where this heaviness comes from.

I look down at my feet and realise they're covered in mud.
When did this happen?
Wasn't I wearing red shoes?

I wipe away the dirt and sigh with relief.
They're still there.

I stop looking around for a moment.
And suddenly, the world doesn't feel quite so big.