It was morning time
when I emerged into the outside world.
Leaving the backstreets
I joined a crowd strolling down the main boulevard.

Why are they moving so slow?
Why are they all so silent?
Or they talk but I cannot hear.
Why is everything so grey?
Why is the city not colourful anymore?
Or it is that I cannot see it.

As I approached the city centre
crossing the golden horn bridge
wrapped by a surreal mist
I still could not hear the beggars,
fake watch merchants and shoeshine boys
shouting in my direction.
Was any of this real?

I loaded black & white film
and got ready for another day.
November had arrived.