wandering aimlessly without banners we'd planned to make. sadness; desperation. an unknown woman mentions something about something and we wonder what in the hell she is talking about. but now we can sit and pretend to know what is going on while our grimaces depict our feelings inside.
some pigeons, sushi and solid steps leading to locked doors.
we're all just going in the same direction anyway, held captive on buses while the driver stays silent, ending up where we wanted... somehow.
just a day.
one single
day.