Thursday, December 16, 2010

Much Ado about NOTHING

Commuter

What can we say about nights like these? "Baffling" is the one adjective that comes to mind as he sits cramped on the bus, forced to abandon his book and merely contemplate, giving in to illegible darkness. He turns to stare out the window at the rushing landscape, pleased with the clarity his new spectacles provide. Neon and streetlights bathe even the shabbiest facades in false moonlight, making them almost beautiful, with their contrasts between brick and wood, iron and glass. The shadows of urban trees hide ambiguous objects in ink, and hooded pedestrians slip by like ghosts. A familiar statue passes. "Next stop!" he shouts, waking his snoozing seatmate. The van swerves and halts, and he exits to enter his rooted world.

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