EPILOGUE: The Reader

Slowly, you realise that you're nothing. A nobody in a city you don't know anything about. Did you have family? Did you have a partner? Did you even have a life before you ended up at this hotel?

These questions floated around your mind as you wandered along. There was no reason to really do anything, other than the occasional impulses of greed. You found yourself before a library after an hour of walking, and instead of walking past it with the ignorant bliss you thought you'd usually have, you found yourself entering it and sitting down.

As you sat in this library, you couldn't help but scour each and every book for knowledge, especially the books of a philosophical nature. In these books, however, nothing seemed to make sense. Whilst these writers described the concept of living out your life to have children and try to feel important, this didn't affect you. You weren't of any importance.

So you stayed there, reading. When the library would shut, you found yourself hiding in the alleyway beside it, sleeping on top of a dumpster. Obviously you'd get looks from people and the occasional shrivelled-up nose, but why should this matter to you?

All that meant to you was meaning.