Eden Twilight

December 4, 1997
(last edited on April 7, 2006)

The din;
overlapping, overcrowding,
voices, one strung on top of another,
on top of another.
I've spent thirty-five cents already
for a call;
it seems like so much more than twenty-five.
Behind me, a woman in an exotic dress
speaks English with an African accent.
It all just blends in right now.
I already had to stop myself once, now,
from jumping atop my table
(placing my bags on it has made it mine)
and screaming,
"Your voices--they're propogated through the air,
they're just waves,
they're all overlapping!"
Damn it, my hands are hurting again
When I type.
Some girls looked over at me.
I don't know why I look back.
The game doesn't mean much;
it doesn't mean anything in a food court.
I have a bag from the store that I work in.
We sell games.
We sell escape from reality.
I bought two controllers.