a part of life saved in a memory. human memories are often inaccurate. there is a coldness in the air which chills the mind. the night is dark and the street lights are bright. the loud noises in the ear are the beating of the heart and heavy footsteps. actively paying attention to every minute detail of the world around one, the over worked brain of a man walking in an empty street at a time when it should least be so, finds only himself to listen to. the world has turned upside down and is watching you perform now for a change. “what does anyone know?” they only know what they see and hear and the rest is what they make up. it simplifies the world. good people, bad people. good deeds, bad deeds. success, failure. like, dislike. envy, pity. all big cages where people and what they show and tell are caged, and what you see and hear..