You watch him hem and haw over answering, feet shifting, same beat up black shoes, scuffing the gravel, cape swishing behind him in a one-two step. The halo of his hair, bleached eery white in the street lamp, how the light never seems to catch the rim of his shades.
You missed this, you think. The bits of him that are so unsettlingly inhuman, how he’s so close to you, but just far enough that you couldn’t reach to touch.
- Metempsychosis
finally some spacy & steep girls on screen
