Blue light, green light, white light, yellow. It’s 9pm. And the possibility of what I am seeing being obnoxious Christmas lights put up 2 days after Christmas dissipates when I can see people walking up the block as clear as daylight with there faces frozen to the sky, cellphones out yelling what’s happening...What IS THAT? I run to get my phone and see yellow phosphorus all on top of the building in the back, I take my phone and instead of running out the door to see what it is I remember all the warnings about smart bombs, nuclear fallout from living in NYC during and after 9/11. How to tape up your car to avoid contamination. Instead I call then text my ex girlfriend. I’m in the apartment we used to share cleaning out my belongings. She doesn’t pick up the phone so I write, “something happening in NYC, not sure what but if for some reason it turns out bad I got a few things to say, blah blah blah basically I love you all! I look outside and the colors are still flashing and more people entranced by them. It could be a comet, but that’s not good! And then I realized I have no mental reference for what is going on. I get palpataions and think should I make a run for it? No that’s what everyone else is going to do...I will sit here and wait for my fate, luckily it was transformer fire or so they say, I mean a massive neon blue slightly mushrooming cloud of light that illuminated most of New York City does not sound right as a small electrical fire. It was aliens.
It was aliens that offered very little compassion when I thought the end was near. Humans that are aliens in how distant they are from the passion of the moment and the little sympathy for my fears even when they are justified by cosmic occurrences. I see the people that shoulder shrug most things I do or say and then I curse myself for living amongst them. Or even knowing them. Or being one of them.