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The mornings cold breeze filtered through crosshatched cotton and made me feel like I was floating on ice. Forgot my jacket, again. If my mother were alive she’d tell me it’s going to kill me. This fucking weather. Maybe if I could remember the warmth. But more than sunny days has left this place. All I have to hope for is these four sheets of processed colour. I’ve seen him more than this. But my camera was always too slow. Never in front of me when he was. The other night though, he talked to me.

One, Two, Three, Four. That’s all of them. One, Two, Three...does he know who I am? What I work for? Would he kill me if he did? Watch the curb-don’t trip. Four. Is he watching me now? If someone could hear my thoughts as I trot through this downtown they would think I was making popcorn. Going from fear to fear until all the bullshits ready to digest.

He said his name was Jade. I had no proof but I believed him. He didn’t kill me, so I didn’t care. He drank from a flask as we stood animated in an alley. This is right next to where he would buy his paper. This was where I was going to confirm his existence to my superior. But he just walked right up to me. Talked to me like an old friend. Told me a lot of things. Things I’ll never tell anyone. And then he walked away.

I’ve never felt so enlightened and alone. This cold that boils through me. Standing moments later with his words still echoing. His name is Jade Macalla. He will never die. One, Two, Three, Four. They’re all here. Ready to be shown and used to track him down. I toss them in a bin.

Head back home and watch the curb.

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The mornings cold breeze filtered through crosshatched cotton and made me feel like I was floating on ice. Forgot my jacket, again. If my mother were alive she’d tell me it’s going to kill me. This fucking weather. Maybe if I could remember the warmth. But more than sunny days has left this place. All I have to hope for is these four sheets of processed colour. I’ve seen him more than this. But my camera was always too slow. Never in front of me when he was. The other night though, he talked to me.

One, Two, Three, Four. That’s all of them. One, Two, Three...does he know who I am? What I work for? Would he kill me if he did? Watch the curb-don’t trip. Four. Is he watching me now? If someone could hear my thoughts as I trot through this downtown they would think I was making popcorn. Going from fear to fear until all the bullshits ready to digest.

He said his name was Jade. I had no proof but I believed him. He didn’t kill me, so I didn’t care. He drank from a flask as we stood animated in an alley. This is right next to where he would buy his paper. This was where I was going to confirm his existence to my superior. But he just walked right up to me. Talked to me like an old friend. Told me a lot of things. Things I’ll never tell anyone. And then he walked away.

I’ve never felt so enlightened and alone. This cold that boils through me. Standing moments later with his words still echoing. His name is Jade Macalla. He will never die. One, Two, Three, Four. They’re all here. Ready to be shown and used to track him down. I toss them in a bin.

Head back home and watch the curb.