the people all
look the same.
the people all
exist
in a narrow band.
the city rolls
like water.
it swells to
wide streets,
clean glass,
people
in variations of
the same clothing.
it settles back to
tiny shops,
variations on the shades of
gray and
brown,
people
in variations of
the same clothing.
the ground is
mostly flat,
but the city
rolls underneath
you,
all around
you. you
look at the map
on your phone,
look at where
you are, look
at where you might
go.
where might you
go?
you aren’t going
anywhere,
just walking.
two people walk
in front of
you,
both older than
you. and
ahead of them,
an adult,
with a small child,
walk.
the small child,
perhaps two years old,
it toddles and
stops,
looks,
fascinated
by all it sees.
the older human
behind the child,
its progress arrested
by the toddling child,
throws its hands out
to the side,
exasperated.
“can you believe this?!”,
says the body language.
behind them,
walking,
watching,
you think
“yes,
i cannot believe this.
i cannot believe
any of this”.
you keep walking,
appearing,
unbelievably,
right there,
with every step.
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