Editing: Mad Skills or Just a Symptom of Something?

 Somewhere, probably fifty years agoin the pouring rain |  the windshield wipers 

in TRAFFIC \\\ the passenger anxiously twists her dove    ....................................................gray gloves:::  a taxi waits at a light........she's "loath" to be stuck anywhere in the rain but truly loath to be stuck in a cab

|||||||||||||o ||k|||      the  R elentl ess ticking of a wristwatch–but, whose /////////////////

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry", she explained Just, JUST it's just that I'm 

l  l ll l llll. . . . . ...entranced but it's already a quarterpast 10

transfixed by a single sparkling raindrop......... . . . . . would  you?>>>> >  >>

rolling raining down the windows; reflecting, mirroring, casting  

amid a galaxy of  raindrops star-like, reminds me of //////     micro

each in its own universe.                      ........ 

some untold magic, of course. she ignored

-  - -    Not yet. I mean, not ever (((actually)))  the scene developing outside of the  safe confi n es of    this c ab ................––––––––--------- - - -

on the street the pedestrians, in the cold and wet running from never toward fear

spectral highlightstheir ruined shoes;and many without a coat that day            

bumping umbrellas, scrambling to get to)))))))no more than a newspaper to protect

destinations. themselves. But absorbed in thought 

and calmer finally.Andshegaveupon (((((((wait,what?

]]]]]]]]]]]being Lost o...................but thi s   d o esn't    ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫  ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫   ∫   ∫   ...........;;;;;;;;;;;...................\\\\\\\\\

on time and let the\\Familiarsound of ..>>the city

because |    windshield wipers put her into a deep Trance, perhaps inside every cab, things like this cannot be planned, she thought.  

the passenger, lulled by t he sound of t he windshield wiper s :::::::She felt disappeared, vanished------------the steady, oddly calming

Flow state due to the thump and track of the wiper blades:::on the glass

boots that were cracked, peeling and frankly no longer waterproof (and were  never warm to begin w/)  +

•••••••••••..................................................not..........................................................√

by the sound of  the windshiel d  wipers   

marking ..________t i me • 

Cinnamon: Minimum Cinema

At first the knocking is faint and you are able to ignore it. But it slowly becomes louder and more insistent. And one night it wakes you. And you see cracks have developed on the walls, which begin to widen until the plaster crumbles to pieces. Once the walls cave in completely and all the dust clears away, you find yourself standing in a the middle of the wilderness. And you realize that the wall were only temporary. That everything is only temporary.