“A pause in the conversation and a weekend lost again to the thick warm air.

 

No need to reply with haste; words float in and out of these transparent walls like the scented lives who occupy it.

 

Another lull. Another long, hot, stupor.

 

Limbs like the thin lead piping; heavy supports for the weightless surroundings.

 

Small debris blankets the warm concrete; a quiet thrum of discomfort that interrupts the stark, engulfing daylight with the faded figures of nightfall. ”