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the city.

the way from point a to point b…

a glance determines the reality:

spots on a chair’s trim,

an orange line on the marble,

scratches on a hat,

shimmering red stripes,

a sign «press to open»,

clenched fingers holding flowers,

some sort of box on wheels,

different sized shoes,

dangling heads,

a gray folding backpack,

a shaking ass,

a yellow number «4»,

a symbol with the words «passage closed»,

an ornament with a star on it,

a LOVE REPUBLIC billboard,

an arrow with the word «exit»…

the sense of hearing and smell

interposed into the visible:

musty air filled with the smell of coffee…

gray noise diluted by a radio:

Sordid Affair «Röyksopp»…

in my memory musical images appear:

Bela Bartok, Serge Gainsbourg…

a mixture of sights, smells, and sounds…

once again the sight dominates:

the granite rectangles of the route,

a sign on the right

«emergency door opening»,

headphones in ears,

nails, lips, hair,

gloves emblazoned with a skeleton pattern,

KFC, BURGER KING, a John Wick-4 poster,

Sberbank, Calzedonia,

Hunkemöller, HUGO,

ECCO…

fatigue

stops the information flow,

and the thoughts take a breather —

freed from everything…

but not for long.