Wednesday, April 30, 2008
the agony.
a young soul walks into a crowd, chooses a spot to stand in. Suddenly, the people in front move. Without thinking, he moves as well, mindlessly shuffled on by the people behind him. He looks around helplessly, there's no stopping now. He sees his destination, big glass doors. As he walks in, a few more people get in behind him and the door closes. A cool breeze washes over him.
The torture has just started.
The people inside are intent on killing each other, the poor boy is getting suffocated. He looks around, noticing the people that have already closed their eyes are on soft rectangular objects. Without a warning, the world moves. The boy grabs a long metallic object to prevent himself from falling and getting squashed. Doors open for a brief while, but close again. He does not understand. A woman screams for the door to be opened, in vain. The world starts moving again. The doors open and close again, after which the boy finally realises it's an escape hatch. The boy squeezes frantically through, pulling his bag with him as he struggles to the door. As he walks out, he breathes in fresh air.
The boy (me) has reached his bus stop.
Bus rides are horrible.
moonlight shone on Wednesday, April 30, 2008.
