Revellers

I was really out of place today. Crashing down from the skies at an ungodly hour, watching the sunrise from the highway, being myself disrupted, and disrupting others. My time didn’t fit others. And others didn’t fit me. It was noon, and then it was afternoon, and then it poured, and then it was evening. After the evening engagement it was 10.30pm and I stood in the street, watching tables of revellers filling the sidewalks – I never knew it was that crowded. They sat in their fine costumes, drinking out of $58 towers of draft Heineken – that’s what the guy advertised to the passing group of men. Draft.
And then there were random individuals standing or sitting, scattered around, out for a cigarette, hiding in nooks and crannies. I walked past a french or belgian looking restaurant, meal service winding down. An expensive menu of shellfish, I guess that puts it off the todo list. Maybe with someone else.
There were many people walking. And talking. It’s strange how other people always seem to have something to talk about.
I found a hidden billiard shop.
I bumped into someone. But he was going the other way. Maybe I could have followed.
I took some photos. I was pleased with a few of them. I deleted some.
I heard a nice song playing at the Gramophone shop. Funny how I used to buy a fair number of CDs. I listened more to music.
I got tired. The shops were closed. Even the crowd was clearing.
It was over.

Revellers

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