I Did Not Buy This Ticket

Your pockets are full of strangeness.

A happy family.

You've made an acquaintance who is very interested in what you will become.

Travelers everywhere. They're no worse off than you.

You take the job seriously.

You looked after your brother.

You're good at this. You should keep at it.

The road is your destination.

He deserved this much.

The road has revealed strange new practices to you.

You've reached the final bus stop. This wasn't your destination. It doesn't matter anymore.

It stares back at you.

It'll be hard to sleep on these... but you'll manage.

There's a hole in your heart. It is infinitely fascinating.

You don't really care about them.

You do pay attention.

You went against your own story. Now you're lost to the void.

The road led you back to mother's arms.

The road has taken you to a reunion. Rejoice.

You've recovered your old face. Probably.

You have refused the road. No trip for you.

That day never really leaves the back of your head.

It changes and morphs as you look at it. Your eyes hurt.

No compassion for fellow travelers.

It is.......... settling.

The road has taken you to a friend.

It is comfy in here.

You couldn't possibly know anymore.

What it meant to you is your decision alone.

What it meant to you is your decision alone.