Quote: "KALAS" (A. Glass)

 "...he  sits  back into  the  seating, crossing his  right  leg over  his  left  thigh.  He  then  places  both  of his elbows  onto  the  armrest.   Looking  briefly  over at  the  people  walking back  and forth along the footpath that  runs  parallel  to 57th Street, without  thinking  any more  or less  of their inclinations  that the  populous  embrace, to  which  Novik  was  never  part  of, so therefor  his  discrimination holds  a general  and  balanced  awareness  – that  society  as  a  collective  discourse, knows  only how  to feign  its legitimacy.   No matter how  deluded  that  may ensue.  He  then  looks  across  at  the  reddish hue  of the flowers  growing from  the  opposite  concrete  planter, within this  small  courtyard.  Noticing that  the attached  seating  is  now  empty.   Maybe  that's  asking  too much.   Novik  stands, feeling  a  slight  tinge in  his  right  hip  from  an old  injury. Am I getting  old?    He  thinks  to himself smiling, looking  around as  the  courtyard  which  is  now devoid  of people.    Ghosts.   As  a  single  leaf from  an elm  tree  blows  in  the  direction  south  of where Novik is standing."

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KALAS