The Sounds of the outside. I’m sitting in the glow of the light, waiting for the key to my friends apartment. Drunk with the pleasure of working the hours that lead to nothing. Inhaling the air of bodies in motion.
I don’t need the companionship of my mutilated iPhone. No music or vivid videos depicting bloody encounters can counter this moment of rest and restlessness.
The echo of voices supplied by a young woman earnestly retelling the incident that warrants attention. The cop studiously takes notes. He looks at me slightly. Suddenly, the parting clouds summon heat.