I perceive the one hour long leg dragging under the street lights, then along the tram lines, up the small hill and finally through my trashy yard as hour-long rewind. In the night you’re left with only your mental insides resonating in the thin space between your oversaturated with experiences brain and the surface of the comfortingly vibrating ear buds. In that quietly accompanied by music environment you bring them all back.
The cold is almost the same as it was five hours ago. The anticipation, however, has been replaced by completion. Yeah, that excitement is still there, kind of enhanced. Lingering between fast forward, presence and that rewind, you find yourself walking past the windows of a bunch of fast food joints. They’re silent, empty and squeaky clean now. You’re no longer inside getting closer to… the chopsticks, but riding that same street, which is now finally empty. Nobody can bump into her, even if there was, no her to bump into. Battery low, still text comes in, the BB can handle yet a few vibrations more. A transport communication to keep you excited, and make you move your legs faster so you reach a hot spot slash home slash bed to revive a conversation which barely ended few streets ago. In the human-free night there’s a spot I quickly avoid. A party in the university. Too much biceps power, too much make up even for a rapid glimpse. I switch sidewalks. Then again. A quick check in a tired 24 hrs shop. Cat sand has become a scarcity in the neighbourhood, can’t slash won’t imagine the massacre on the first floor. But cats can wait this time. Dragging up the stairs. It’s as shabby as the hostel at home, but at least nobody's smoking here tonight. The lungs can have a break.
The bed. Wake up, computer. Sign in. Hey, I’m home.
Oh yeah, did I mention there was this creep staring at us.
By the books. I feel like writing.