by Ami Heller
Chris Garneau – The Island Song
Music accompanies my journey, like a stunning soundtrack to an unimportant film.
I wonder who is healthy and who is not.
It makes me paranoid.
What is the story behind this person?
He is so alone.
Or on his way to not being that anymore.
Someone is loud on purpose.
Should I indulge him with my glare or not?
Girls are intoxicated.
God help them.
They will know the meaning of regret tomorrow morning.
A family on their way to a pleasant dinner at a restaurant.
The parents will divorce in a week.
And then there is this dog.
Who is the image of the best thing in the world.
He catches my eye and sees right through me.
He moves on to his next victim.