at the last, the moment was near, in the kind stupor of a daydream, the night approached like a vindictive cousin redeeming malice with the blink of an eye.
i was considerate and rude all at once. kept on to the right. kept on to the left. kept on to the delight of the monstrosity that holds us all so dispassionately adverse to the reason of time.
the street was beneath the feet but the feet were beneath the hands that climbed every wall that rose to defeat the roses of lost time. the lost reason of time.