Cycles
The subtle smell of musk and coffee, with a hint of lavender and thyme.
Could this be the scent of love in the air?
It feels more like the scent of virility.
Watch from a meticulously washed window as cars and streetcars and people rush by. Everyone’s in a rush. There are appointments to catch, dinners to cook, dates to escort and classes to study for. Occasionally, there’re flashing lights and wailing sirens dashing by. Everyone stops and looks, held into a temporal shift, halting to a collective daze. Once the sounds doppler past, everyone resumes back to their roboticism. Welcome to cape thanatos.
Hands in pocket, gently whisked by feather-soft snowflakes and the bitter nips of frost, you keep your eyes down. Head down, straight-faced, you hear clacking of high heels and the muffled click of leather shoes walk past you in synchrony, with sounds of light laughter and the faint smell of merlot. It’s 6:30.
The sidewalk ended. Hands up, blinking as your pupils lightly contract and relax as you watch it turn solid. Car horns. Is he going to turn left or not?
Quick footsteps behind you, silent yet distracting. Crackling of ice salt and pebbles. Light sloshing of slate and water as wheels pass in front of you. Everything went quiet.
A white man. It’s your cue to move forward. It’s blinding.
Another distant sound of sirens moving toward your direction when your feet touched sidewalk again. You can feel the brainwaves as they oscillate in concentric circles as a red truck passes behind you. Dazed.
Pockets back in your hands and eyes down again, you’re walking forward. Everyone rushing back to their lives again.
Is this really what living means?
Indeed, this is the blog of Franky Liu. Voukah is simply a compilation of random thoughts and useless rambling as he goes through an interestingly mundane life. With that, he is quite emotional and many times annoying; sometimes he wonders if he is narcissistic as well. He also may cause upset stomach. He also enjoys speaking in third person.