I fashioned some words from a bit of saliva and a few twigs I found.

Did you feel the connection snap too? Or maybe I just wanted there to be a connection so bad that I was the only one that heard the bridge fall when it did.

I spend too much time on the laying of carefully-chisled bricks, painful selection of wrought iron words and pour toi, mon amour, only the best planks will do. By the time I am through, the destination is all wrong and I have lost sight of where the hell I was going in the first place but hey, what the hell, I'm here so I drop my tools and shrug off my hardhat and keep moving on to more places that need accidental toll-free connections.

Someday I will build myself a path to a place I want to be, but for now, I am the mason of the people. Use me, take me with you to hell or to your mother's house.