Rainbow Child

With my earphones tucked in, listening either to uRMa or Yonderboi, I stroll through town. I look at people, but I don’t smile. I let the cars pass in front of me at the pedestrian crossing. I look in shop windows and I read all the posters on the walls.

I don’t care about the heat, I don’t care that I’m walking too slow. I’m walking past the same buildings, I’m watching the same ads. I meet the same people, I see the same faces. I’m already tired of this. But I keep on walking anyway.

I always take the same routes through town. I always walk only on certain streets, on a certain side of the pavement. It’s like a routine, but I don’t seem to care. In fact, I like it that way. I always know what comes next, what shop I’m passing by, whom it’s possible to meet. I like my fixed ideas.

So, yeah, I always take the long way home.