Friday, October 8, 2010

Sounds in the Night

It’s the middle of the night, cats are yeowling after a screaming fight and sounds of clinking glass bottles and scrunching papers while a homeless person searches the street-lined garbage containers. The perfect time to look and keep one’s dignity and yet a  primitive eeeriness to the overview. Soft night breezes floating over me, the sound of  gentle splashing of waves, the cat growls and these muffled sounds of searching. Human desperation.

And the distance between ‘we’ and ‘they’ is how far?

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