Tonight I walked against a tide of people rushing home. For a moment there loneliness was so real. I guess the blues caught me off-guard again. The noise of the day was slowly dying down, people were rushing home, the world would slip to silence in a while and amidst the bustle there I was feeling homeless. Drifting. I was like the 52-hertz whale singing a song that none of my supposed kind hear.

I bought myself chicken burger and twister fries. I’m not that much into food but maybe I can try how some humans–the ones I bear close resemblance to–cope. Maybe the trick will work.

I’ve sang a lot of songs. I’ve done a lot of one-man shows in an empty theater. I’m still singing. -aB


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