Smoke and alcohol
-It’s 1:55 and the streets are saturated in the dark stillness. Every so often high beams pass stealthily with a blinding ghost like effect. Without a blink, Mr. C catches the vague impression and wonders how many cars have passed and if any have really crossed his path tonight, or if they are recollections from previous nights sneaking up on him in his half conscious moments. The city streets somehow seem less real at this time of morning. The darkness envelops everything. It all appears, a fragment from some half forgotten dream. As he himself weaves his way through the […]