WHAT HAPPENS IN THE RAIN
Fat raindrops fall from an indescript sky onto a city that was once young. Buildings crumble out in all directions and weeds crop up from the rubble like hands (in green gloves) raised for help. The occasional rodent will scurry through a patchwork of dark paths.
This is how he imagines the city as he walks along a wet Main Street. This is how he calms himself. He imagines how it will look when it all comes tumbling down. He reminds himself that all is vanity. In the end nothing matters.
A bundle of bright flowers are held in his right hand, but his thoughts remain buried in a grey future.
This is how he keeps his expectations from rising to impossible heights. This is how he remains calm.
This is how he will be single for the rest of his life.