Das Gat: lights

last night, riding the 354 on my way home, I felt like I was in some kind of strange fantastic urban tale. the lights of the bus were really dim, and some of them were blue and red, the sort of lighting you would see inside a big communal motel room, with the street lights projecting shadows dancing all over the room, from the dark and lonely bottom, through the spikes of my mohawk, slamming the loud blonde's hair on its way to the front, repeating themselves hundreds of times.

what a pity -i think- this would be the perfect time not to be lonely.

then the bus exits the lighted area, and it's dark again, just the dim lights and some occasional outer lights. some kids without change try to bribe the driver, and he spares them the ticket... I don't care anymore, i just want to get home.

>O.o< il gatto

Etiquetas: bus, fantasy, lights, loneliness, shadows