The city evolves
I’m a phantom, out of phase
flickering, fading
the blur of colour
conveyored faces and smiles
I don’t recognise
laughter and music
I’m backed into the corner
eternal voyeur
Last night, I felt old, out of place, slightly out of sync with modern times, phased out, not quite material, flickering like a busted telly standing in the corner. I was out in Islington, a few friends, after the Arsenal match. We went for a meal of tapas followed by a few drinks. I guess we chose the wrong pub!
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