It took seven thousand four hundred and twenty steps to walk down. Seven thousand four hundred and twenty steps upon cobbled stone, cold upon his bare feet. Eras pass within each left-right rhythm he is forced by genetics to follow. A steady tick-tock followed each footfall.
tick...
tock...
And his head spins with this awful music; the perfection of its meter kills him. Over and over and over. Always the same. The buildings scraped the sky and parted clouds, casting shadows that overlap upon the street.
tick...
tock...
The windows show peeks and snatches of the bygone days. A child fishing with his father. A family seated around a table with their hands clasped together in prayer. Stories of lives of times no longer remembered play out. A wake. A funeral. A birth. A christening. A wake. A wake.
Awake.
tick...
tock...
And still the street goes on. It takes seven thousand four hundred and twenty steps to walk down. It never ends. And he walks it, walks it alone.
tick...
tock...
He even denies the ending Death will bring. He prefers to walk his seven thousand four hundred and twenty steps. To watch people come and go like waves eroding cliffs to sand. He knows his steps amount to nothing. He could be something... But he never wants to have something.
For things are far more sacred when yearned for.
A/N: This turned out differently than I thought it would. Title is taken from Bright Eyes' song "Sunrise Sunset."
The full idea is: "A city in which the streets are paved with time." Of course I shifted the idea around a little bit,
1. To make it fit with my brain fart, and
2. To make it fit for a chapter title.
Anyways, as per usual, I do not own The Sandman.
Feedback is welcomed, helpful, and appreciated!