Day 4 There was a title never quite remembered [QianWei]

It's an interesting place, isn't it? Not quite like any other. A relic from the past, but only, a relic.

There was a quaint little bookstore selling dreams to another time. I did not wish to buy a dream, but my teacher told me I had to. So I did. I bought a dream, and I liked that dream. For it was naught, but a dream. 

And then there were cafes selling food that don't belong. I was hungry, so I ate a cupcake. It was bittersweet cupcake, though why was it bitter, I can't quite remember.

Then there were the narrow staircases, criss-crossing and forming a maze. I would not have minded getting lost there, but I didn't, so I left. 

One cannot forget the shelter that was. The three- feet square that could fit thousands, I was told. Perhaps the day it became a relic, was when it could fit no more. Information boards to not forget, but yet it was never quite remembered. 

The stories became bittersweet dreams, but it's difficult to get lost in them, for I am one who forgot.