Carmen

I am standing alone in the crowded station. People flow around me. A river of heads, all with the same urgency in their step, as if they had somewhere to go. But I know one thing- they don't. And if they do, soon they wont. soon they will feel like they are standing, motionless, in this hustling bustling city. But right know it is just me, and i feel like a ghost. The lonely stranger in the crowd. At a train station, ticket in hand, but with out any where to go. Tears stream down my cheeks. I have learned an important lesson- if you make yourself invisible, you will become invisible. I stare at the sea of people, the sound of feet and chatter-chatter of voices, all speaking in a mumble jumble of insignificant words. Word that are wasted on nothing-talk. How's the weather? though they were just outside. How are you? though they just saw each other a day ago. I am contemplating the strangeness of all this noise, when all the noise stops. Then, I heard singing. A young woman in a Spanish dress is the singer. She looks so out of place in the crowd. She sings in a sweet, silky voice; "L'amour est enfant de bohème, il n'a jaimais connu de loi. Si tu ne m'aimes pas je t'aime;
si je t'aime, prends garde à toi!" - love is a gypsy child, he has never heard of the law. If you don't love me, I love you; if I love you, look out for yourself! Now I'm in Spain. The young woman keeps singing. All of a sudden, a big green wave rages across the town, taking down all of it's obstacles. I stand, paralyzed with fear as the wave washes over me. Now swimming above the treetops in an emerald ocean.