And a hundred thousand lights glisten across the sheet of otherwise un-disturbed blackness that forms a river while I’m stood looking out from this top floor apartment in the city. And as I’m standing there watching as a ferry passes by, dividing the never-ending sheet of darkness momentarily, I’m thinking about everything and nothing at all. All about the rapidity of change, about people, the evasiveness of clarity on the simplest of things anymore, about materialistic needs and, without even knowing it, wondering when these two existences so perfectly constructed, executed with such great precision, old existences and new, collided.
And for a long pause the world is alien.