11: Endure

Walking the streets is easy. They run out from the apartment in neat grids studded with the gleam of traffic lights. There isn’t much traffic though, just black sedans with tinted windows cruising past. I turn away from them down a corner. Rows of restaurants run either side of this street. I don’t know why the people filling the tables out the front have to talk so loudly. The sound washes over me and I try and pick out words from the babble. ‘Integration’. ‘The process is means, modifications may be necessary’. Now I’m past the restaurants but I can still hear the words. At first I thought they were statues but they can’t be. They’re striding around the park babbling to each other. ‘Intgration’. ‘Modifications may be necessary’. Perhaps this isn’t my place. A poster catches my eye, gummed onto a crumbling wall. Blood red writing on black, spotless and gleaming which makes it look as though the poster has withstood the elements that have eaten away at the wall. Movie titles and times, a tidy schedule on paper. I turn another corner and swing down the street”.