Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Prologue


23/05/2010

He was early. If ever there was an omen, this was it. The yellow and black had been smart to set his fares high and chatter low. The fool bumbled his way through the broken street lamps and cracking tongues, nearly losing his way and soul to a nameless face pointing him to a headless chase. The City, was like a hangover. The pain intensifying outward, throbbing at the periphery, jangled as it hit the ironically named temple. His hand still grudgingly reached for the extra greenback over and above what The Oracle had mentioned. Silence was not a luxury all men would afford. A small price, he reasoned.

He could feel  it, in his feet, beneath his skin, pulsing. The sensual, inexplicable pull The City exerted. Like that one last kiss, the flickering candle to the burning moth. Like the worst of hangovers, it produced its own alive magnetism. And as unerringly as a semesters’ pendulum, each swing would stop here. Only to pick him up as iron chaff from dirty milk, while just as mechanically taking him for another ride.

Just about five crooked moons ago he'd stood at nearly the same dirty spot,and yet it was a different city, another man.His had been a world of Candies with Pixie-Magic moments,and white Armani's that caught the Moonshine.It's funny what one night's perspective would colour an entire semester's deeds. He probably missed his primary art teachers.For their ever available, sheer wrath and the simple glee it brought.The twisted version now running through his veins was much so broiled of and in it self,it could do Mobius proud.And like the chicken wanting to get across it,he was brought to 2/1/2010...or brought back,was it;he?