Empty, lazy and totally clueless about what to do, I decide to take a hike into the city It’s raining steadily and evenly A consequent pattern It’s that time Just before the bars, restaurants, coffee shops open So The best time Gentle quietness Before the guests ruin the atmosphere of these places A pretty girl cycles by She doesn’t look at me, of course But at her phone, of course I consider myself more as an observer than a participant of society But people do see me Not al of them But I see reactions towards me After a while I realize My visual experiences are repetitive And mathematically spread over the old city centre A small herd of Airbnb folk Seem to be lost and deviant While the rest of the people walk the streets Like equally divided by the square meters Small amounts and small groups of locals, tourists, pupils, students and labourers Seem to be orderly placed By a chess player Every quarter of an ho