space-time drugs

a starry sky dots the sky as the lights on the eleventh floor stay lit. down on the street, singles and couples move hastily through the cold night air. for some, time is barely noticed. for some, the space they move through isn't even seen.

for the gaggle of french-speaking tourists, the only thing that isn't noticed is the number of cigarettes smoked per hour.

the minds comprising the street pulse and thrum. each sip, each breath, each step and each moment shift through like an altered colossus, walking through centuries of history and geography. skin smooth and dark, passing and touching.