PART NINE

You are as old as you are now. There is no one holding your hand. Walk up towards the face and look into my eyes.

Come closer.. Closer… I am the guardian of the in-between. The rest of my body is buried under the ground, only my head is above the surface. All the small tiles of metal that make up my face are the many memories of this town. The reflections of the past and the future. Some of those you have been tuning into are etched here forever. There is still room to add more. Many memories are being added every day.

Try and think of your favourite and strongest memory of this place. Hold it in your mind and picture it clearly. I will count down from 5 and when I reach zero your memory will be etched onto my face forever and you will be released from the in between

Are you ready?… five, four, three, two, one……

A big fanfare of music plays with distant echoes of all the music from the walk. It finishes with a long held string chord that swells and then stops

THE END