Fifth Avenue Nocturne 1895: Childe Hassam

i met a grey and we spoke briefly in the rain it assured me that it was nothing like those fictional characters that still buzzed in the minds of the “most intelligent species” that it saw before it tripping up & falling blathering and scapegoating all over this planet it saw these forty-four and two’s to still be searching for that great big dragon that could be slayed by the courageous prince sword in hand who then, after saving all the people in the kingdom (not to mention the sexy princess which was the only thing that propelled him in the first place) would take his rightful place on the throne as the divine king of all the grey assured me that there was more intelligent life elsewhere and i breathed a sigh of relief i did mention to him in the same breath however that “i don’t believe in you either” and it nodded with a sweet understanding as if to tell me in its own way that it too would not believe a single solitary thing without solid die hard proof which could never be shaken as the rain continued to beat down upon us it turned and walked back towards the dark early night noir i waited watching it walk until it was out of sight then i opened my backpack and started to look for my umbrella