It's an overcast day and all i can do is touch my lips and watch strange men on park benches. Slow walkers gnawing on their lángos like cattle. Ignoring catcalls in languages i'll never hope to understand. Beautiful tall women - urban giraffes with terrible fashion - swarm these concrete slabs at 3:37. Orange-eyed pigeons scatter and strut around my feet as the city chimes fill these muddy grey skies. I've been living in a city overrun with screaming children and adolescent drug dealers. Flies land on my summer legs as the crowds disperse from the spitting shower, and now i'm one of the few outside on this muggy afternoon. Waiting for the clock to show the right time as insects land on my neck and crawl over my thighs.