I'm a sucker for anything sensory.
One dark and lonely night.
5 cigars. (A few too many).
Fog so dense, you can't even see the ashes burning in front of you.
You can't even feel the smoke.
The only reason you know it's there is you can here the paper shudder as it burns.
You can hear it, the tiniest whisper, because everything else is absolute silence.
No cars, no people, not even the wind.
It's so silent, you're afaid to swallow; the noise might crack the world right in two.
There's a muff to keep your hands warm--one at a time of course.
Your breath and the smoke and the fog seem like the only things living, and they dance and mingle till you don't know which is which.
I wonder if there is any town in the world where it is so absolutely silent as it is here, now.
I look at the flashing lights on the corner. They change the hue of the world in cut time. Red, Yellow, Red, Yellow.
Sometime I think if I went and lied down in the middle of them, in the middle of the road and went to sleep, I'd awake to find that I was the only living being in the world.
Now I'm inside and deathly ill. I can't take the change. The lack of air, and silence, and confusion. The world is spinning again and it makes me horribly dizzy. I'll die of dizziness. I swear it.
Not bad for a little girl. Not bad at all.
5 cigars. (A few too many).
Fog so dense, you can't even see the ashes burning in front of you.
You can't even feel the smoke.
The only reason you know it's there is you can here the paper shudder as it burns.
You can hear it, the tiniest whisper, because everything else is absolute silence.
No cars, no people, not even the wind.
It's so silent, you're afaid to swallow; the noise might crack the world right in two.
There's a muff to keep your hands warm--one at a time of course.
Your breath and the smoke and the fog seem like the only things living, and they dance and mingle till you don't know which is which.
I wonder if there is any town in the world where it is so absolutely silent as it is here, now.
I look at the flashing lights on the corner. They change the hue of the world in cut time. Red, Yellow, Red, Yellow.
Sometime I think if I went and lied down in the middle of them, in the middle of the road and went to sleep, I'd awake to find that I was the only living being in the world.
Now I'm inside and deathly ill. I can't take the change. The lack of air, and silence, and confusion. The world is spinning again and it makes me horribly dizzy. I'll die of dizziness. I swear it.
Not bad for a little girl. Not bad at all.