People really understand very little of one another. Sometimes when I speak to...

People really understand very little of one another. Sometimes when I speak to him, my Cid looks very hard and straight into my face as if in search of something {a city on a map?} like someone who has tumbled off a star. But he's not the one who feels alien-ever, I think. He lives in a small country of hope, which is his heart. Like Sokrates he fails to understand why travel should be such a challenge to the muscles of the heart, for other people. Around every bend of the road is a city of gold, isn't it?
I am the kind of person who thinks no, probably not. And we walk, side by side, in different countries.