looking left, the streets normal with traffic, normal with people, normal with normalcy, it seemed like the rag was blowing fate, but i didn't even see his face as he passed me by, like two strangers passing in a hallway, not even nodding...  the cloud drifted around and blocked out the sun a bit, shading his eyes, he took the pencil from his ear and sat on the curb, drawing out interlocking circles, time slipping from his bloody palms...