i'd follow the arrow but i'd probably end up lost

sometimes i follow instinct. it starts as an irrational feeling to do something i normally wouldn't do. it distracts me from my original mission.

it starts off with a turn to the right, the beaten trail. i'm unsure if there are many undiscovered parts of downtown boston. i know this isn't one of them. i'm not sure why i'm going up this way. i've already told myself i'm not buying anything before i even get there.

the stores i go into are just by habit. newbury comics. virgin megastore. the japanese grocery.

i buy thai iced tea with koi milk, rice crackers and rum raisin chocolates. this is all i buy.

i notice a large percentage of the women i see have panty lines. i can't help but stare.

i forgot what it was like to walk around here. i forgot the people. i miss the people.

i see a policeman arresting a homeless man, and he's pleading for his freedom. apparantly, they've been through this before and this is no time to rumble about it.

no one asks me for directions.

there are two new vespas parked on boylston. one green and another blue.

i don't remember my reflection being like this. a ghost. china doll skin. i immediately think i'm dying. i know i'm dying. i move on.

i remember why i missed the city when a man comes up to me and asks, "do i look like a sissy in this shirt?" 
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