It must never end

Pigfoot Brennan found himself walking one day. He started one way, and then quickly took the other. People all along the way. On his path, to his side, children at the front, and cyclists at the back. One boy he found to be uniquely interested in the back of a bag of chips. A young girl seemed to be falling in love with the scent of a white rose; one she would never wish to cut, but one she deeply wished to possess.