Fiction Fridays- The Nomad CH. 1

Walking across this desolate land I often wonder how the world came to where it currently rests. Were there not warnings before things got this bad? Occasionally I come to a place where concrete buildings once towered overhead but now lie in piles of crumbled debris and broken steel. It is never a good idea to linger in these graveyards of civilization, but I sometimes stop to ponder what it was like when these behemoths were standing tall, bustling with life and purpose. Why, I ask myself, would any being need to be so close to the clouds? Was it a statement of status? Did the height of your structure representative of your importance to the world? No, perhaps I am completely wrong, so many flocked to these places that it would be impossible to worship just one. So I move on, putting the questions with no answers to rest, perhaps I will one day find my own tower, and others like me. Nomads in search of their own place.

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