28 City Insanity
Big cities like Tokyo, Sydney, Jakarta, London and New York City share nothing but a similarity city insanity.
It was late at night. 10:30 PM? Felt more like 12 o’clock midnight. The streets were still occupied by people like it was a usual workday. Being on an Uptown R train did not help a bit, the feeling of yearning for a solitude did not stop pumping. What was it with this city?
A slight glance of a young man in bright yellow knitted pants with double-layered t-shirts underneath a jersey jacket did nothing but added an intensity to the head. Music kept coming out of his gigantic golden headphones. At the same time, a woman sitting next to him, constantly talking to him. They were related, that was for sure. With his Afro dreadlocks and her speech in Spanish it was like in Bahamas, mama!
Getting off for a transfer at the 34th stop, could not help but observe an old man swinging a stick as if swinging a golf club in the middle of the transfer platform. He was in his own world a world of eighteen-hole course.
A speed walk to another platform was not quite effective, knowing there was a shadow and heavy steps following behind. Was there not an adequate space in between? Then it was a sudden stop to let him go first. Pfftt!
Thank Dalai Lama, the train finally came after a lengthy wait with a foursome of Reggae musicians, not playing in harmony. It sounded more like an Acid.
A thought of getting away from the peculiar side of the city suddenly disappeared with a hazy sight of a bearded man in a beret talking to noone but the subway window, cursing at the city for being there.
After a long break with the Daily News, there was a shout in the back. There he was standing with a green plastic bag, trying to converse with the whole crowd in the subway car. He admitted of being too drunk to even be among the commuters or rather night-crawlers.
A bitter old man sitting across responded by claiming himself as an undercover cop. Meanwhile, a strong odor of Jack Daniel’s was coming out of his mouth at the peak of his little speech. A man could wish.
...and I thought it was your regular Saturday night.
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