They say he wandered very far....very far....over land and sea....
I ran into someone tonight whom I had kind of planned to never see again.
You know.... that dreadful moment when you're walking down the stairs to the platform and...like a movie...the crowd parts...and there they are....and you see them as if through a haze...or maybe that's the film of the subway on your unwashed glasses. Or maybe it's your brain trying to get the fog machine started for one of those sequences where you see everything that happened in retrospect.
You remember under what circumstances you last saw this person....you remember how you kind of planned on never seeing them again....not really that you didn't want to, but that it's be terribly awkward if you did. And there it is. And there you are. There they are. And in flows the awkward.
You pictured what they would look like if you saw them again, you had imagined their reaction to seeing you and, of course, what you've imagined...and reality....they don't match up. Synch is incomplete. You have unplugged your mass storage device too quickly and some data may be damaged as a result. You find that hellos are sufficiently awkward and the goodbyes 10 times so...since you want nothing more than to walk to the other end of the platform....
aye yay yay yay yayy. aye.
