rhombus ii

On the Rhombus, the sun cuts through the sky and its clouds.  Students move along an assembly line in and out of buildings.

Sit on a bench. Smoke a cigarette.

Andy reads the school paper.

I watch the multitudes interact. There’s too much to focus. Things move too fast. I scan. Try to frame a shot.

Everything is the same.

It’s all unique.

Intricate. 

It’s all important. 

There is just too much.

Welcome to

Babble.

And

I’m aware that it’s the noise that is bugs me out, right now. There is too much going on.

I hear it all, so I really hear nothing.