I Never Wondered Where You Went

I NEVER WONDERED WHERE YOU WENT
"The old man glanced over the bus's schedule, his wrinkled skin like melting wax, his grizzly hair catching the glow of nearby lights. Perhaps he was lonely, or maybe just inclined toward companionship, casual in his disdain for the unwritten rules of both British politeness and urban solitude.
'Where are you going to, young man?' he asked.
'You know... I think I already did.'
The old man furrowed his brow. 'Did what?' he prodded gently, leaning on a walking stick.
'Went, ' I said.
'So, you're on your way back now?' he asked, planting the seeds of logic in the labyrinth of my mind."
ADAM INVITES TO EMBARK WITH HIM ON A JOURNEY BACK HOME AND INTO HIMSELF IN THIS EXPERIMENTAL NOVELLA WHERE GENRES, CHARACTERS, AND VOICES INTERTWINE. FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS WHEN AN ORDINARY NIGHT BLOSSOMS INTO EXTRAORDINARY SIGNIFICANCE. All I wanted was to keep the car running, and to never make it home because I didn't think I could. I wanted him and I to drive for days, maybe weeks. The engine would eventually break down, of course, perhaps somewhere in rural Eastern Europe. We'd get jobs working the fields, save enough to buy us each a bicycle, and then pedal all the way to Moscow. We would sail down the Volga on clandestine rafts, drift away the Caspian Sea, wash ashore some frightening, foreign beach and waste our years away being alive, carelessly existing in a boundless frame of mind. And we'd hopefully regret nothing when the sun eventually set over the last of days, fiery, glaring in a technicolour frame.