My heart is beating
when the sky is black, but the streets remain bright
My eyes are open
I wait at the corner, groups of people pass through the cement mall across three lanes of traffic. Everything will change in the next year or two, maybe not as much as I think it might, but nonetheless I fear the worst
Faster
A loud announcement parades through the streets on top of a jeep, posters plastered on its sides. It is a prerecorded speech speaking about the need for change.
A homeless man, the same one I had seen the night before, dances to the muffled music throwing punches, pretending to bash someone with his nearly finished bottle of liquor, and violently thrusts his pelvis
I can see the suffering and anger
Beating faster
Just come…
He makes his way closer and close to the street
Taking swigs
Faster
With everyone that passes he yells obscenely
Stopping for a moment then continues his dance or a set of twenty push-ups
Faster
A woman passes caring her child
For a moment he stops
And waves
He waves
He waves.
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