by Jean Aunry
My first try to create a lyrical still.
|You sit in a bus. The air is dry and you have headphones on. You sit in front of a window. Across from you, two people sit, but none of them directly in front of you. The person on the right has his right hand on the seat next to him with his phone clutched. The person on the left stares to his right, out of another window. It is night. It rains. You see your reflection on the window in front of you, you look more bored than you expected. Looking past your reflection, you see that it is raining outside. Behind the rain, you see a worn-down building. It's entrance is framed by bright-blue neon-lights.
You close your eyes and let this image burn into your brain.