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hells_half_acreTonight was a perfect night for taking pictures in the city. A little chilly, and just misty enough to make everything look a like an apparition. We're all ghosts in the city at night. Lit by artificial light. I always feel like I can do anything. The laws of physics no longer apply. I can walk through walls.
No one talks to strangers in big cities. I'm the only one. It's not like I chat. I just say sorry, or explain that I need to lean over them to hold on to the pole on the subway or else I'll fall over. No one ever responds, or makes eye contact. Sometimes there is a nervous smile, but if I blink I miss it. I don't think I come across as crazy. I think people have just gotten used to never speaking to strangers or having strangers speak to them. It throws them off. On beautiful nights though, it makes me a little sad. Perhaps I'm the only one who sees people as more than just bodies around me. I know there are people inside those bodies, people who perhaps don't like tomatoes and have a favorite television program. I could be wrong though, maybe they are all just robots, and technology hasn't progressed far enough to allow them to speak when spoken to.
The Holt Renfrew has three giant red flags over its entry. They have HR printed on them in fancy letters enclosed in a circle. When they blow in the wind though, on a slightly misty night, the HR looks like the hammer and sickle. I wish I had a camera, because tonight was the perfect night for pictures.
No one talks to strangers in big cities. I'm the only one. It's not like I chat. I just say sorry, or explain that I need to lean over them to hold on to the pole on the subway or else I'll fall over. No one ever responds, or makes eye contact. Sometimes there is a nervous smile, but if I blink I miss it. I don't think I come across as crazy. I think people have just gotten used to never speaking to strangers or having strangers speak to them. It throws them off. On beautiful nights though, it makes me a little sad. Perhaps I'm the only one who sees people as more than just bodies around me. I know there are people inside those bodies, people who perhaps don't like tomatoes and have a favorite television program. I could be wrong though, maybe they are all just robots, and technology hasn't progressed far enough to allow them to speak when spoken to.
The Holt Renfrew has three giant red flags over its entry. They have HR printed on them in fancy letters enclosed in a circle. When they blow in the wind though, on a slightly misty night, the HR looks like the hammer and sickle. I wish I had a camera, because tonight was the perfect night for pictures.
