I rode down to the east wall where the opera singing is. I went up on the wall and looked down on the city, a whole different world. No one up there. The pollution looks like mist and it's old and romantic and quiet. The only real space I've found outside to be alone. I walked for a while and pee'd in a corner - sort of a male thing I think. If they can do it anywhere, well, I'll do it when I can.
I looked over the edges and watched people, little girls in a dark alley singing games and playing songs. Men in warehouses, people in cars and on bikes, streaking through the gate below me. On the other side are the gardens, old pavilions. I saw a great big rat shuffle along the structures on the wall. Bright neon lights gave me my shadow on the stones. It was calm and absent, except for one man walking backwards out of the gray haze.
No comments:
Post a Comment