Thursday, 23 October 2014

confession No. 37


i was still a boy (i became a man at 13, a broken bottle in my hand. midnight. my reptilian brain in charge of protecting my kin -but that's another story), still a boy and had a flash. call it the tropical sun and the weird shapes it creates. but ever since i know this reality is not as real as it seems. some people you see on the street are just extras in the play you are acting

and there was i, minding my own business. counting pavement tiles and squaring the numbers, perhaps. or naming street corners with anagrams of intersecting streets. things you do when you are 11, i guess. and i saw a vanishing man who reappeared on the other side of the road. and i wish i had that skill. i've always been afraid of passing motorcars. that's why, to the annoyance of my companions, i rarely jaywalk and always wait for the change of light












welcome to havana upon tyne 3.0, let's fly together

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