Edgeware (2)

I jump off the bus, as we reach Trafalgar Square, and notice people sitting on the lions that are bigger than the ones in London’s zoo. The Lions seem happy enough, and I rest on the steps, and watch a Dutch tourist coach pass full of empty staring faces. I feel uneasy, as they seem to be staring at me, and head for Bear Street WC 2, where I’m unable to get anything as mundane as a newspaper – only postcards of London and the Queen.
I look at the alley opposite to me and see the remnants of last night’s madness, where people have been ill, and notice an empty green bottle of gin lying on the ground. I head for Tottenham Court Road underground and step on the escalator. I notice that the one heading up on the opposite side is full of Vietnamese, and I’m not quiet sure where I am. For a moment I feel I’m getting flash backs, and decide to clear my head, and escape from the tube, and land on Hyde Park Corner.
A bearded man from Rubicstan is eating an ice cream relishing it like it’s his last meal. After he finishes he keeps licking his lips and looks sad, as he can no longer feed his addiction, and dejectly walks away, carrying his bits and pieces with him in six yellow Selfridges’s bags.
I feel afraid, disassociated, disconnected; everything has disappeared and doesn’t exist any more or maybe it never existed. I’m not quite sure, I was confused, and thought I was losing my sanity and escaped into my own world.