“…And so it’s late night again in the city, his watch tells him so. But he turns his head around him and what he’s sees denies it. The light on the post along the road showers the pavement with its yellow incandescent rays, the glowing red of the neon light throws by the big billboard over head drape the passersby, and the show window of the shop he’s leaning to making all around him animated by its pin lighst. It’s late indeed but he still sees people filing the sidewalks, walking and minding their own business. They walk alighted, their faces he never recognizes their emotions, passing about to and fro in front of him. He hears ladies chatting along like sparrows in the trees and men a cursing like rushing of leaves. The place should be void of people on this time of the night he thinks. He looks around again, as if he’s waiting for someone. He shifts his weight to his left foot and cross the other to it. He put his left hand to his pockets and juggles the few changes he has in it. Somehow the sound of it amuses him and takes his boredom from waiting.
The people keep passing by. The roars of vehicles passing on the road adds to the deafening clamor of that Friday night. It’ll be a long night again, he muses to himself. He wonders if there is any difference this night to other night that he’s not in here standing in the sidewalk. He thinks the city does not sleep indeed, and keep his slaves doing his business even these wee hours of the night. It’s like a huge, haughty, dark and abusive creature, devoid of any soul, enticing and luring lost soul for his greedy needs and he’s one of those lost soul that this monster had enslave to its pretentious promises.”
Re-post from Journal dated 8/22/2003
again 6/12/2005
