What caused you to carve your name into the pavement? What is the story behind it? When did you do it?

Tom. Were you a young boy? A feat of bravado in front of friends, who watched in admiration as you scratched your name into history. It will be around for a long time, until somebody comes along and covers it in steaming new asphalt.

Will you grow up to have children of your own? Will you live in a sunny country and grow up sun tanned and estranged from this place? Will you remember that you once scraped your name in this tiny corner?

Tom. Are you the teenage boy who showed off in front of delinquent mates, or maybe it was the girl that you fancied? A girl to whom you had pathetic sex with because of those raging hormones. And this girl might have got pregnant at too young an age.

Are you the one who would never grow old because you got into a fight and somebody killed you with a knife, the blood from a wasted body spilling over the pavement and finding its way into the cracks of somebody else’s name?

Tom. I saw your name and won’t forget it. I will never meet you but will see you as I want to. A tall handsome blonde haired boy with blue eyes. You are probably very different but that doesn’t matter because you have fired the imaginations of others.