as if i were dying
Filed Under (Uncategorized) by on 06-09-2008
my rubber shoes hit the concrete pavement like a rubber stamp on the paper. no signs of dusts were seen scampering at their wake. my feet could feel the twilight heat the pavement breathes. i feel my feet grow heavier with every step. this is not walking.
except for the faces of people i meet on the way, this has been the same course that i cover everyday. the same water running through. the same dhows berthing at both sides lining the creek. the same guy mounting atop the concrete platform along the breakwater tweaking his laptop. the same waterbuses going in and out the stations. the same foothpath that i follow. and as if on cue, the same time the lights would come alive in the streets, billboards, and buildings. the same starting point on which my journey ends.
ah, the cycle. the ordinariness and the boredom of going through the loop. like [...]
