Ever since I was little, there’s been this guy that my dad calls “The Walker”. We call him that because every day, he walks from Oakville to Toronto and back again with nothing but the clothes on his back and a bag of food, which I can only assume is his lunch. He walks all the time. I’ve never seen him walk with anyone, nor have I ever seen him stop anywhere to rest. I’ve always questioned why he walks, and where he goes, and what he does.
Sometimes I would imagine the kind of life that he lead that would cause him to just walk everywhere. I even made a character in a story based on him. I just find something interesting about a character I know nothing about, but at the same time I could make up an entire story about him.
But then again, he could just be a guy who likes to walk and I’m just romanticizing it.