Then there are the others. The ones who picture hope as being chained to pillars that they tear down in a rage just when the party is at its height. Hope seen like an 'H'. Samson got it right - being bound is a way to feel alive, to go through life breaking chains and jawbones, just cuz you can do it, never mind the casualties.
These are the night people, the restless people, the ones who walk with their shadows for protection and yet wonder why the shadows move differently from them. Their shadow runs all the way to the roof to jump and gets distracted by the skies, while they curl in a corner. The shadow watches their every move at every bar and follows them with whatever they take home. The shadow sees, the shadow knows; it remembers every meaningless conversation, every blackout; yet lets them slip through the night, to stumble through subways, parks and alleys... And over time, the shadow becomes substance.
Still, there is a code for these shadow walkers, you can't call them rules, it's something you make up as you go along. Or learn the hard way.
- When in company, smile a lot, talk some. This helps in getting drinks on the house. When alone, wallow and drink some more.
- Wear comfortable shoes. It's hard enough to stand, let alone walk when you're being more than one person at a time. Also, since you're following #1.
- Keep track of the lies of the evening. Forget them once you're certain you'll never go back to the place where you've been before.
- Deflect personal questions. Or remove yourself from the inquisitor.
- Never allow someone else's shadow in. It could swallow your own, and you wouldn't be able to tell 'em apart after prolonged exposure.
- Keep the radio on / always carry your iPod.
- Never hold on to anything for dear life. Nothing holds you back. Not even the teddy bear.
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