and it didn’t undo me; it sank through, it stained. People passed by. They talked to each other, some were alone. Then as the hours went by, there were more and more people, like buses were dropping them off. The sun set. The sky turned pink and gold. Then blue again, darker blue, that point in the evening when the sky takes on the hue of a blueberry, before subtly sinking into black night. Everyone in the world walked by. Except one.
