vnukovo – exit lounge
April 5, 2015 § Leave a comment
The longing to leave the ground is the longing to escape flat light, unending cloud, and the weight of dark shapes that funnel downward into metro buildings from all compass points across the city. Unmoving yet moved by slow churning stairs, and the pulse-like surge of colourless trains. Conversation bleached by fatigue, the privacy of earbuds, or small bursting colour bombs on small phone screens. Silent, then discharged similarly into the chill of fine sleet spraying onto bare expressions. Heads down, one boot step after another no tracks left on wet pavements.