An almost endless line of trees and pavement was built, but no one had explored where it led or ended. Some took a long journey to explore it they came back, never able to find the end. Dirigible pilots thought they would solve the problem; they circled the world it seemed the trees went off beyond the world. Each time they circled, they observed places that were different or unknown. Then the question was asked who built the avenue? Generations had said it was always there. There needed to be records of when it was made. The oldest manuscripts said it had been there for thousands of years before that time. The city’s name was Foreverpersist, an appropriate name for people with no choice, driving on roads that lead nowhere. You take the same route to work every day for months, leading to another part of the city. City authorities could do nothing about it. Then why did people persist in living there? Roads out of the town returned them or led to dangerous parts of the world. The streets wanted to keep them there; they had a mind. What about the dirigibles? A navigational route through the air leads to unexpected places; some never return.
Trees grew on tall cylindrical structures, and houses were built for protection from floods. From that high vantage, anyone could observe the changing of the roads. But the endless lines of trees sometimes changed direction. It made them sick to know that the city’s route made them prisoners. Did anyone try to walk off the roads? The wild places of the streets always lead back to the roads as if the roads wished rebels to return. People who lived in the tall structures believed they created a way of breaking the domination of the streets. They discovered there were roads in the sky, highways of free will where they could go anywhere. The dirigibles needed a pilot; they had to cut the ropes of their minds from the influence of the roads. Imaginary roads were created in the sky; the airships traveled through them to other cities and roads. It was hoped that they would break the power of the endless roads.
Squatters were present along the road and in the city; who were they? How were the streets leading them there? The roads were leading them there. Outsiders kept on coming. Were the streets leading them there? Some tried to leave they were shown back to the city, new prisoners for generations. For the squatters, the trees provided food and comfort. No one bothered to ask them how they got there. The trees provided the settlers with building materials they wished to use: pine, spruce, birch, oak, and maple, or bamboo automatically grew to accommodate their needs. Their other conditions were met through fruit trees such as apples, oranges, pears, or mangoes.
People live in the trees that line the roads; these are large ones that accommodate families and single individuals. There are ones that grew from saplings, but of steel and glass. Many structures were of great antiquity, a place of the impossible, constantly renewed as if built yesterday.
One of the dirigibles made it through the barrier of roads and an invisible dome linking up with other cities, discovering they were prisoners in their own towns. In tim,e the number of squatters grew; some didn’t travel on the roads. The world had changed.
