Arcadia

2

You wonder if literature will get us anywhere.
It has got us far, far away from our homes. It has taken us to distant mountains in countries that don't even exist, to deserts that stretch as far your eyes could go. To cities like ours that boast of suns hiding behind their walls. It has taken us far back in time, to meet peasants sitting around a fire who sing the same songs that we do now, to walk with kings and queens and lovers, to see kingdoms rise and fall to dust before our eyes.
It has taken us around the city, in the mixed odour of sweat and tea, we threaded our tales of pretty lies. Literature made you who you are. Remember what you loved, remember everything you risked for the sake of this love, and everything will be okay. For a while.