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beating on your neck is the constant beat of the sun. The glare of every glass window is pointed at you. You're surrounded by the messy drone of metropolitan societal noise. As cars hum by and bikes screech along on rusty wheels and bolts you watch as the rest of the human race carries on feeling a distant disheveled mess within as if you don't quite fit in.
Why are you sitting again? You ponder upon this as everything moves by, you see a bird call to another, you watch people gather together. They are always in pairs.
Why are you sitting here again? Watching and waiting. Nothing will happen. Take the first step.
You are not sitting there anymore.