i was wondering say you built a town on a piece of cloth. and then under the fabric was a small void and you fingered it and slowly the town went down down the hole.

i thought of this at the bustop today and found myself pressing my finger into the bitumen.
i then lifted each foot and re-placed it softly steadily on the ground to make sure nothing was sliding.

then this car of scary men decides to stop in front of me and attempt communication. i snapped out of my fine bone reverie but immediatally wished it was of reality, that they could dissapear with a point of my bony finger.