The Love Gang woke up one morning, and seeing the morning sun, got out of bed with over effusive eagerness. They immediately ran out of their cabin and said hello to their home - the wild forest. As ever, it did not return the greeting, so looking for some validation, some confirmation of their own existence, they began running.
Gaining speed and strength with every bound, the surrounding flora suddenly didn’t seem so mysterious and threatening any more. The gang grew confident and optimistic, laughing playfully as they leaped over fallen oaks. Soon they saw a shred of light lying ahead of them in the forest’s undulating walls. They accelerated ahead, jumping through the green canopy.
It was a field, a massive open empty steppe. Off in the distance, a line, a limit - the horizon. Taking an all too short rest, the gang agreed without hesitation to go on. They sped for miles and miles, hours upon hours, leaving the forest a distant memory, a fantasy viewed with suspicion. It seemed a certainty that they would meet someone, or something, sooner or later, but for all the days, weeks, months, years and decades that they have been bolting, their barren environment has not changed. They are in the middle of nowhere, and even if they wanted to, the gang could not go back...
