If I sit still enough, I can feel the blood humming through my capillaries.
I'm learning to mind my locations, like a child does. Here is the place. Here are the objects. If I sit very still, I can imagine they are constants, like rivers or mountains, and so am I. Topographical features that change only imperceptibly.
As an adult, I have this sense of everything in the city being in flux; it's rearranged each time I see it. But late at night, it's easier to find the foundations and imagine the constants, the coral that remains when all the flitting fish have hidden from the night. When everything else washes away, here is what remains: dormant vehicles, buildings like canyon walls, engine smells, glowing signs calling to illiterate moths, concrete barriers, street lamps shining on empty pavement, lunatics, and an orchestra of unspecified machines all buzzing and vibrating in a song that plays all day long, but can only be heard at night.
I'm learning to mind my locations, like a child does. Here is the place. Here are the objects. If I sit very still, I can imagine they are constants, like rivers or mountains, and so am I. Topographical features that change only imperceptibly.
As an adult, I have this sense of everything in the city being in flux; it's rearranged each time I see it. But late at night, it's easier to find the foundations and imagine the constants, the coral that remains when all the flitting fish have hidden from the night. When everything else washes away, here is what remains: dormant vehicles, buildings like canyon walls, engine smells, glowing signs calling to illiterate moths, concrete barriers, street lamps shining on empty pavement, lunatics, and an orchestra of unspecified machines all buzzing and vibrating in a song that plays all day long, but can only be heard at night.
Very evocative!
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