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...laugh. Girls walk in front of cars, and cars honk, making the girls squeal with excitement. Others, quieter more subdued, gather infront of food vendors, watching - waiting. I am a featureless gargoyle trapped in a fluorescent lit square, pasted in the night sky unseen by the swarm below.
The routine of leaving the office anesthetises my imagination; Its a pleasingly tactile sequence. When I rearm the lock on the keypad it beeps back at me with gratitude. When I swipe my magnetic disk on the elevator controls, it gives me permission with a perky note. When I select the ground level, the lift acknowledges with a low click - and hums as it lowers me down. I press the button to open the door to the street, an unseen lock clicks and a soft hiss of air serenades me outside to the sidestreet. I look around. I half expect some drunken skinhead to start yelling at me - but nobody takes any heed of me. I hoist my laptop bag and head toward the main strip.
The routine of leaving the office anesthetises my imagination; Its a pleasingly tactile sequence. When I rearm the lock on the keypad it beeps back at me with gratitude. When I swipe my magnetic disk on the elevator controls, it gives me permission with a perky note. When I select the ground level, the lift acknowledges with a low click - and hums as it lowers me down. I press the button to open the door to the street, an unseen lock clicks and a soft hiss of air serenades me outside to the sidestreet. I look around. I half expect some drunken skinhead to start yelling at me - but nobody takes any heed of me. I hoist my laptop bag and head toward the main strip.
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