Storywalking
Walk the same streets? Break the pattern.
A dot appears on your map.
You walk to it.
A story continues there.
A fragment
One Monday morning, I watched a neighbour slip on the steps. He didn't fall — caught the railing. Looked around: no one saw. Breathed out. Walked on. I saw. But said nothing. Sometimes it matters that a person's small stumble remains their own.
By Vik
I'm Vik. I make Underfoot from Tallinn. The first season is set in a London suburb, where a woman walked the same route every morning for three years — and then, one Tuesday, didn't. Six neighbours saw her. None of them really knew her.