Listen, you fucked up. Look around, does this seem normal? Look at how the light from that streetlamp hangs in the air, its glow sticking to the night like warm breath on mirror. The sodium street-vapor street lamp spreads its yellow light over sickly trees, monochromatic branches twisting and turning in unnatural ways.
You're just thinking that man, its all in your head, you're freaking yourself out. The car which breaks the silence comes racing down the street, the breams from its headlights stretching out into the darkness. It takes a quick turn to the left down Washington Street without signaling. It probably would have hit you it you were there. As it leaves the street goes back to its eerie silence.
The truck to its left had its window smashed in and is now taped up in a haphazard fashion. You realize that you expected someone to be hiding behind it as you crossed the street, shadows lurking everywhere in the dim yellow light.
Its obvious you just feel this way because you're hungry, you aren't thinking straight. The sidewalk stretching on, trees making it look like a tunnel undulating slowly away from you into the dark. There's a man across the street a block down sitting in the lamp light.
You could go back to your house. The single florescent bulb on the porch shines brightly even now. Maybe you could push past the dishes and rotten food and find a small morsel to tide you over, just enough to get you to bed. But you're already more than half way to your car. I'm sure that it will be comforting, and you should eat something real tonight.
God you're dumb, this is all fake, there was no reason for you to dash across the street like that, you probably looked so fucking stupid. Inside the car the windshield causes the street light to spread its sickening glow twice as far. You get the impression that you could even just reach out and pull the glow off, peel away this reality and reveal something underneath.
Just turn on the car and get some food you idiot.
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