Literature
Weekday. Cloudy.
Conrad knows this feeling. He knows it well. It was something that reminded him of his younger; this is the feeling he grew up on - it almost made him feel at home.
Home was small, alone and nothing.
He carries himself as slightly slumped over, like how he trudged about his home, to and from school, everywhere, just as he did when he was younger, head slightly hung and eyes focused on his feet. This feeling reminds him of when he would count his steps and put two steps in each block of cement on his way home, just so he could ignore the other kids who would run about and laugh with their friends. This is what he was reminded of, and, as