Standing. Staring. Display of detritus.
Duplication of disposal dross.
Crying at this disheartening installation.
Feel the crowds.
Surround me. Pushing; straining.
Hear their frustration. Their excitement.
Smell their desperation.
Hate this moment.
Pulsating blood. Up tempo heart.
Must get away. Cannot bear it.
Clawing my own skin.
Jump at the touch.
Wife by my side. Beloved. Questioning.
Breathe in her concern. Breathe out my ennui.
Gently take her arm. Walk her away.
Another minute of my life gone.
Angst screaming to escape.
Antipathy my ‘raison d’etre’.
Anxiety my antidote.