The sun is setting down the hills, casting long shadows and painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, a breathtaking transition from day to night.
Darkness smoothly emerges, ready to take the reins from its fraternal twin brother, the light. I find myself seated at the Jobless corner, surrounded by an ambiance of quiet anticipation. My eyes feast upon “Earthly Things,” captivated by their allure, yet not fully satisfying my inner yearning.
The weather is frigid, sending a shiver down my spine as the air swirls with a medley of scents, although it’s ultimately dominated by the pervasive perfume of dust lingering around the Multimedia University carwash. A vast expanse that has absorbed the day’s rainfall, yet still, dust lingers perceptibly in the air. In this moment, nature’s resilience and dominance over man’s creations become evident.
As the darkness settles in, my senses awaken. I perceive the world with a heightened awareness, even though my eyes alone may not suffice. My ears become finely tuned, capturing the symphony of the night. My nose seems to hear the scents better, each aroma distinct and telling a story of its own.
The rich comrades lean to my left, their laughter and banter echoing in the stillness of the evening. The weight of an empty stomach weighs on my right, reminding me that another night has arrived, and I’ve yet to partake in a meal. I remain seated, still Jobless, in the Jobless corner, observing the world with a keener sense of appreciation for the subtleties that the night unveils.
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