concrete
“This place is simply... amazing, isn’t it?”
Some things, they don’t have a clear starting point.
And so they just happen. Independently of how quickly or slowly they do, they happen, and that’s all. It’s the weird part of the city, where people lean against the guardrails and consider impossibilities, turning over schemes in their minds and trying to adapt themselves with optimistic thoughts to the radical change in their lives. “It really is,” and so the boy continues, stars burning in his eyes light-years away. They say black holes come from these, scientists. The best of them. “I’ve been here for a week or so, not all that accustomed to everything, but-- have you seen this?”
He angles his head down, as if pointing towards what’s below the bridge: people. It’s not enough ‘from above’ to transform them all into a homogeneous mass of antlike silhouettes; it’s just high enough to watch. Observe everything, pay attention to the normal, the abnormal, the exceptional. Enough to make him go on, voice gaining an effusive touch with each syllabe, “Everytime you close your eyes, you’ll see someone new. People, and I’m not even starting to talk about all the creatures that I’ve never seen in my life. All here! I’ve been somewhere similar, you know, the last thing I remember before waking up here--”
@kokkei
Some things, they don’t have to be shared right away.