Hey you. Yeah, you. Guess what?

I’m on the road to infinity.

New day, new dimension.

I like to walk — but this time, I needed some help to move my small-medium-sized body. So I used this push-pull-mobile. It can push you forward or pull you back. It pushed me forward. Here, in this universe, there was no other option. I’ll tell you more — actually, right now.

The space here looks like an infinite snake floating in the sky, dotted with islands of more space. There’s one road along the snake, winding endlessly forward. The planet-snake twists and turns, up and down, so you can be above or below — anyway, I felt myself falling.

I had been pushed forward for many local hours, and I was tired. Fortunately, I reached the place of the person I call my friend, but he doesn’t know that yet. I will tell him about it right now.

— “Hi, it’s me.” — “Who, me?” — “Me… me. You don’t remember me, right?” — “Right.” — “Are you surprised? Of course, you are! I’m not. We’ve met many, many times. Walked and talked zillions of minutes.”

I looked at the road. Many houses — big and small — rolled forward on wheels. Yes, houses on wheels. Imagine that.

My friend had a small, cozy house too. I remembered it — even cozier inside. I needed to remind him who I was. So I showed him evidence of our acquaintance: a recording from the past, where we met in exactly the same way. He watched it — same situation, same words, same wows. Almost a loop of meetings and explanations.

You see, almost everyone on this road is in motion. Moving forward, endlessly. No one knows anyone who’s ever reached the end and come back. That’s the meaning of their lives here — to move forward.

It seems as if space itself pushes them. A few people have settled down, but it’s difficult. There isn’t much space around, and often their friends and relatives keep moving forward.

No one can go back. It’s impossible. There’s a physical force preventing them — a kind of anti-gravity, or maybe a strong space wind blowing one way. This same power erases almost all memories of the road behind. Soon you forget what happened before. It happened to my friend. It happens to everyone here.

I’m from another space, so I’m not affected. So my friend and I keep deciding — again and again — that I will return to this universe, and tell what happened. What we learned.

It’s important — for both of us — to understand this place. So we move forward, in pursuit of the world’s end. Or maybe… there is no end.