Go

A moment caught. An angry aside. Two people glance at each other on the subway and never see each other again. A piece of conversation drifting passed. A question is asked. But no answer is heard. The wreckage of time and space. The frightened look. What are you thinking. Why are you looking at me.

People screaming. A dog was barking. A box of matches. A cigarette in my mouth. The President was on the television. A woman said she was cold all the time. Her friend responded 'Harry and I are headed south. They say February is lovely in Acapulco.' I leaned against a wall to catch my breath. The dog stopped barking. Children running up steps. I realized I was going deaf.

Life in pics and words while in transit.