Infinite Stare - First Sight
Wind blowing, rain dropping, roaches singing, and cars racing through the darkness of the night. A long time ago, such things never happened. Life was simpler. People didn’t need to care about their future, but as time passes, certainty has become more of a dream than it is an English word.
The express train speeds away into the far horizons of the city. It fades away. I can’t see it, but the sound of the train meeting the tracks, as always, bleeds my brains out. It is the sound of the city’s last hope leaving, and there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s been like that ever since “they” elected the new governor with his new administration and his all-new sack of bullshit. Every element in the society has fallen down from grace since then. Transportation has become listed as one of the possible suicide commitment methods. All food is over-imported and over-expired. Vomiting following that old “butterflies in your stomach” feeling has invaded Callista. Races and colors are no longer there. Everybody’s yellow now. Callistasians are either sick, dead, or hating their lives. The word Fair only exists on the FIFA Fair Play moto. The word Justice prevails only in Marvel comic books for children less than 5 years old to read, but even that is fading out of the picture now, as erotic comics have become more favored on newspaper stands. The word love has been over-used by songwriters and pathetic boy bands so much that the old ‘I love you’ crap doesn’t work on women anymore.
