Nothing is special tonight, nothing which sets it apart from the other nights that came before it. Taking it on frozen frame for no apparent reason is as casual and trivial as this "sikad" driver is taking another passenger to an unknown destination or that parked white van resting after a long day of buzzing about the busy corners of the city. But to a dreamer afflicted with rainbow colored retinas anything and everything takes another shape, another form; whether summoned out of will for an audience with the Beautful carefully hidden underneath the folds of the Ordinary or from the involuntary kick of hormone induced fallacies; the dreamer hovers above with her extra new pair of panoramic eyes in her hands, takes a snapshot in the twilight and waited for her head to float back in the clouds. 12/7/10 12mn
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