Urban ontology

Good-looking and indifferent, as gods. Sometimes they allow theirselves a smile, leaking an unspoken universe of needs.
You can easily recognize them, making show of grace under elegant coats - which usually match off-white laced up Converse shoes.
Conversations are ephemeral silent sights, suspended by pleasant sighs - forgive me for the bothering alliterations - till it gets dark, time to flip the coin and turn to the wild.

on the way from Majorstuen to Jernbanetorget

3:39 PM

Today I missed the sunset. A vain rush to Aker Brygge to catch the last blazes of the winter sun - it had already sunk. At this point, waking up has become a race against time.