feeling listless

Night Liverpool City Centre last night felt like a very bleak place. I’d gone out late with a friend looking to have my eyes opened by the sights and sounds, to take in the electric atmosphere which usually suffuses the place. But for the first time I didn’t feel safe, there seemed to be a gap between how I felt and how I should have been feeling. Places which were usually full of people were empty and stark. Clubs which I’d previously found exciting places seemed manic and without form, madness taking hold. Like a microscope finding dirt on hands which were supposed to be clean, I saw the details I would have usually missed, the girls puking in the street, the men asleep in corners. The city was drunk and I was the consciousness trying to find it’s way through.