Slouch

I feel a little light headed. It's nothing, I'm just tired. It's hot and crowded here.

Up overhead a huge banner hangs across the atrium. The blue of it is deep like my high school's blue. I don't read the text on it. I'm looking down at the slouched back of a shorter balding man in a thin blazer, he's shuffling through the crowd ahead of me.

Why are the lights in these places always yellow? Why does the night always look so crisp outside through the tall windows? Why when I am out do I feel I want to be out somewhere else? The lights in the tree outside - the leaves are a nice green. The lady in the red dress walking the other side with her silhouetted man. The white light of a street kitchen.

Oh god. I know it, I know it. I could draw myself right now. I have phased into something. I can phase out. I can phase out.