The construction of a scene: actors playing out their lives.
There is a disconnect in the air – it smacks of hypocrisy.
A Polaroid moment; a little drunken drink:
There are red buses taking people to places full of red pills, red eyes, and red faces.
There is a piece of the puzzle where I do not fit; glass walls that cannot be broken.
A house that will never be built, children who will never play in the back garden – there is that glass, and there is me, and that’s all.
by : Alexander W. Kalim