city streets, chinese feasts, as i wander along old china town. twilight in sydney, as the blast of setting sunlight pulls the shadows and angles into the night, the structures all start to look like ominous towers from a gothic dark nefarious city. the gargoyles have flown their ledges and peaks leaving a few cracks in their absence, empty spaces, some sort of portal hour, i'm in kafka territory, super imposed realities, a convergence of cities, seeping into one another, bleeding out through my cosmic eye, a spider web of disconnection. 
i am followed by a shadow being, i can't see his face but i feel his gaze, he can peek around these corners, stare through the walls, he can look deep into your soul and take something that you require to keep yourself sane, to keep yourself true and on the path. i take evasive action with my chaotic strides, and random ways, i throw my invisibility dust over myself and blend into the grey underwater dusk, undercover, underground, vague and invisible i loose my shadow, loose my skin, loose the boundaries i am imprisoned within.
there's a terrible sadness upon every face i pass, i begin to notice it, a disenchanted look as we are all dragged down by some awful gravitional force. it's a strange evening after a long day of heavy rain, black clouds, cold winds, with this eerie dramatic change as the clouds part and the last hour of sunlight penetrates yet only reveals more darkness. 
i walk uphill towards old central station, the puddles have dried, the streets wash out, above me chimes the old clock tower. 13 times.
i like central, it's structures and walls, it's doorways and corridors, it's historical elegance. i like the way it mysteriously pipes soft jazz music through outdoor speakers
through the multilingual crowds i weave and gravitate etheric trails for no one can see me now all light has been sucked into the other city, the shadow metropolis, at the end of every train journey, the end of all roads, the end of the night.