Cocooned in the glow of fluorescence, I walk through throngs of giddy humanity. They are all faceless, with blobs of fleshtone where their mouths, nose and eyes should be.
I'm sure to them, I'm just as anonymous.
A blur of humanity. Walking too fast, expression too immutable.
I shrug deeper into my jacket and walk out of the commonwealth of sound, light, happiness and distraction.
The apartments across the way feel old. Like an episode of Twilight Zone. Gray and sepia. Strangely silent. The air shimmers, like the static of changing the channel on an old tube television. But really, it's like my mind projected outside itself. Splashed against the walls of the building.
I belong here.
Not her.
The elevator rides slideways with unsettling smoothness. The chime of arrival threatening punctured eardrums.
I have no key, but the door is not locked against me. Door 0422.
Inside my eyes are shuttered against the dark glow seeping from electric wounds. My sinuses are stained with the smells of shampoo and antiperspirant. I scan the room predatorially, hands jammed into my pockets, balled into fists, clutching a tiny necklace like a collar. The little jewel affix punches a minuscule hole in my palm. I bleed neon.
I've brought a piece of the sovereignty of joy with me, lodged in my temples. Trapped slashes of light and ribbons of incandescence.
I sit on a bed of messy memories. And I wait with the patience of a lucent arachnid. The arrival thrums through my bones with the cadence of an old-school candy rave. And I wonder if my caffeine system will have too much blood in it before the beautiful music begins.
11:56 p.m. - 2014-05-13
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