brush the cobwebs outta the sky

last week, on some random night, we stood by the road. the haze made everything seem... well hazy. the street lamps , despite their luminary purposes, merely made everything less clear instead and reminded me of conrad's heart of darkness.

how his descriptions of the cities were cleverly constructed, using ominous sympathetic background to contrast light and darkness and to show the evilness of civilisation, ha. and of course how he loved long, never-ending descriptive sentences (like eliot and like all the judges whose writing i now read instead of literature which was certainly much more captivating). it also reminded me of us slogging through lit lessons in jc - how i meticulously underlined key quotes using fine light blue markers and attempted to write down everything ms champagne said in the margins of my photocopied book and how everyone was left with a rather dark/sinister mood after our last lecture on the book which was 4 hours long.

anyway, i realised i have digressed (with a mighty long sentence somemore ha).

so yes, we stood by the road, after drinks and an uninteresting soccer match on tv, standing in two pairs and a trio. supposedly waiting for cabs, but really, there were a line of cabs but no one was getting on, so i guess we were all just waiting for something (though really nothing in particular) to happen. in the end, expectedly nothing happened and we just went on our separate ways home.

so yes, things were just uneasy and to quote a common phrase of risse's, it was just... bizarre.