Taylor Long

And For What Price?

Julius sat on the park bench staring at nothing in particular. It was as though he were looking into the distance; but he hadn’t the luxury in this city, everywhere you looked were brutalist deco-ish buildings scraping the sky. A life with a view constantly obstructed, literally and figuratively. He was stuck in more ways than one, both to this bench and in his path of life. Julius knew there was something more out there than what we see physically, but what? He didn’t even know where to begin, what questions to even ask. It was always a shaky subject, and today shook his world enough to push him over that curb and start asking a better question. What else is out there? He didn’t simply wonder what was beyond the George Washington Bridge any longer, but who engineered it, and what gave them the drive to do so? What fed that person’s soul?