MEMORY SHOW

it was cold outside and i couldn't find peace anywhere - i had to walk and walk on until all the street lights and mankind have dissapeared and then until i have reached the river under the highway bridge only the sound of its waters running appeased me - it was the exact same sound like twenty (and maybe a million) years ago unlike all the other things about the suburbs this hasn't changed and it was a completely neutral memory a quiet one a rare one in my distorted mind

it calmed me down like a scene from a movie - a young man in a coat standing on the shore of a river under a highway bridge like in a gangster movie but there are no other gangsters it's just him and the river and the bridge and he's standing there and watching the ripples the lights of the cars passing the highway irregularly partially illuminating them the murmur of the river fills the drastic nature of the silence with its rumours like a secret unknown friend