Tuesday, December 07, 2004
The killer smiled at me as we met in the neutral ground. " What are you doing walking around at two in the mornin?" he asks, eyes hidden behind the glare of his glasses. His knapsack was stuffed with his instruments of torture. "I'm going home" I said, knowing full well my sins were worse than his. I think he knew it too. Creatures of the dark recognize each other there. "Finally?" he laughed, then added "Me too."
As he walked into the unlit park I knew he was lying. Nobody lives there except the Big Bad Wolf.
I recalled earlier that evening when I was walking between the ancient buildings, while being barraged with asinine questions. Why are you trying to know me? I won't ever let you know me. I wore these clothes that I had never worn, trying to be somebody I have never been. I knew I would have to in order to go through with all this. As he led me to the restroom chattering on endlessly, it was all I could do to make sensible answers, so intent on my silent prayers that it would not be inside one of these beautiful structures. He didn't deserve them. I didn't either. Mostly me. Somebody somewhere heard my pleas as we entered something far more modern and beige.
