DIE FORM DES VERSÄUMTEN: Taking the wrong path once

I just wanted a shortcut. A small detour, I thought, that would get me there faster. But the road narrowed, the trees thickened. At some point I no longer knew where I was. No signal. No sign. Just light filtering strangely through the leaves. I kept walking. Not out of courage – but because turning back seemed even scarier. And at some point, I realized: I was no longer on my way. I had arrived somewhere I never meant to go.