this man at the bakery...
i stood next to him for all of some five minutes
my order was a long noise full of indecision
this man was right next to me, I was in reach of his shirt-pocket wrinkle details
he had a no-look on his face, he just stood there...his back to the street, snack in his hand, he in full view of the bakery-insides
this strange, still man with a no-look on his face, not a vacant look - not a look devoid of,...but just at point.0
i was right next to him - he was not aware of me
stand right next to someone and be powerless to be present
strange comfortingly awesome
strange things
touch me in strange ways, this man did...i felt my absence standing next to him
he wasn't looking at anything inside the bakery....just some very boring scenery many streets beyond the walls of the bakery, it did nothing to him, whatever he was looking at did nothing to him
and he didn't want to do a thing about whatever he was looking at
i wonder...
about the size and nature of his consciousness
he also not once looked at what he was eating
1 comment:
This one was wonderfully poetic. Some bits,like scenery, can be worked upon. Otherwise this works fine, particularly the nature and size of consciousness bit... But so little comes about the city, about jayanagara and ladiesus. Also, I would have liked to know a little more about this no-look man, what did he order, how old was he.... and, about the bakery too...
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