Probably they're reading it behind my back. 3 cities in a day and there'll always be someone standing behind. Watching you. REading you. Hot asphalt, so hot it melts. Selling systems and the sound of a HiFi audio system blaring at its top volume. Night buses. Cooldown mode. Empty streets. Web-surfing. They've infected me with the WiFi, what am I going to do when the connection's lost? When there's one? That's a different reality we entertain ourselves in. Online games, chats, Gatorade. Trips. From a place to a place to a place. All of them so similar that they seem familiar. All of them result in newsletters. I forget the jeans I put on the back of a chair in a hotel two hotels before today.
I blend with the environment. I learn the words. And then they skip my mind. I start the course of self-selling and, probably, I'm already on the shelf of one of the online stores.
Blabber.