Abstract Cataract presents...

Thoughts of Ulises: 3

This guy was practically breathing icicles - his nose was runny, with snot plastered across his face, his hair was blown back as if it was scared by a ghost, and his clothes were tattered, like he ran through a garden of cheese graters. "Do you have two dollars? Please, the buses have been driving past me and not letting me on." Probably not the exact words, but it's on the same bus (unfortunately, that man was not). 

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Kinda feels like a disease, to be honest. Was he lying about needing the money? I mean, it was only 2 bucks, not like a million dollars to get on the bus. I'm also sure he didn't frantically comb his hair out and wipe snot across his face for his costume. Just my guess.

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I think the other disease is the one people develop towards runny-nosed neighbors such as Runny-Nose McRunny-Nose-igan(that dude I mentioned earlier) . Or, rather, people get handed these super COOL shades that allow you to just IGNORE those "things". They have special settings for: people who don't look like you, people with one, tiny little difference from you, or those beings that lurk around corners and sleep in ominous places - sometimes, in a lot of places, in plain sight, but thanks to these glasses, you can see right through them. 

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"I don't have the glasses on, though. Right?", I said as I almost walked into this floating trash bag on the road. I think it breathed when I walked past it - might have even looked at me. It's whatever. Out of sight, out of mind - that's how it goes?