walking 
crowds around me
rubbing shoulders
with people I don’t like
that one guy with the guitar
and the couple sitting on concrete 
selling graffiti on canvas
I glance across a mercedes
maybe a beemer or two
a stranger
lounging
against the streetlight
defining nonchalant
piercing eyes
how can an instant be an eternity?
I don’t know what the fuck Filip was talking about
but those weren’t moments
this is.