LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW
1 FEB 2019
White sedan parked in middle of road for about 2 hours, various people came up to the car to check it out, about 30 (illegible) 4 cop cars pulled up and a detective comes out. Later, I see a group of 30-something y/olds come out looking distraught throughout all this mayhem, my music is gracefully playing through my apartment speaker, passerby’s give no worry, continuing their own lives. And ambulance and four police trucks have the street thoroughly clocked off. And the mouse scurrying back to his house, under the cone in a pile of garbage continuing forth in his daily routine. I’ve been seeing this same very rat since I first moved here, to the city. He probably has a family, and is just providing food for them; the garbage pile adjacent to the Starbucks: His feeding grounds.
This rat of rank and stature as a scene all juxtaposed to the detective right next to him. They both knew the city well, how it works, thinks, acts and most importantly, how it changes. Both veterans in their own worlds, they’ve learned to adapt. The detective was smoking a cigarette like in the movies, listening to a man tell his eyewitness account-- out there in the middle of the freezing cold, city night.
While for the rat, the conditions couldn’t be more perfect. Beknownst to no one, the rat had the street to himself. The block was cleared, and only the police and a few traumatized remain. A perfect time to resupply the stock long left daily missions. After the rat called it a night, on that he knew it was right to not push his luck. The detective, after witnessing his last account put out his cigarette and left the scene. Only the tow truck remained, moving that white sedan that caused this all to begin with. There are many who wander the road.
AR
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