Monday, Aug. 23, 2004 - 12:02 p.m.
Hansel.

He was breaking off bread-crumb pieces of himself to leave a trail that might one-day lead him home. He knew that some pieces had disappeared, eaten by ex-girlfriends and swept under the carpet by his parents. Some he had trampled himself, a satisfying twist of the foot until nothing recognisable remained.

He didn�t always get to choose what was left behind, and some were surprise detours on the path to be found too late. If he looked closely, squinted his eyes in the early morning light, he could just make out the trajectory, but he didn�t know when he would take the journey.

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