Sofia: Lives in Transit
There’s a strange comfort in the monotony of it all, tracing the same paths, watching the same landmarks pass by, as if they, too, are part of the cycle.
The graveyard I pass each day stands still while time rushes on, a quiet reminder that no matter how far I go, the path always leads back. Rushing to work, I chase the ticking clock, only to find myself chasing it again on the last tram home.
Yet within the repetition, subtle shifts appear - the morning light changes, the air carries rain one day, dust the next.
A song on the radio recalls another version of myself. Even in sameness, the city breathes, and I breathe with it. Each day, I set out; each night, I return - always forward, always back, moving toward an unknown future.
