As usual I was waiting for my thoughts to return. I had sent them up the elevator at the mall. I could see them inside the claustrophobic glass capsule slowly moving up. I was waiting patiently by the elevator doors when someone in a guard's uniform confronted me. He wanted to know whether I was ogling at the women in the glass elevator. He laughed out loud when I told him about my thoughts. He pushed me out after threatening me with dire consequences. Now, here I am staring at the screen waiting for my thoughts to ring the doorbell.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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