Awake late, my blurry eye is drawn to an illuminated window on the other side of the street.
What I take at first to be a man in a Star Wars mask with his dick out is just a laundry bag hanging on the back of a door.
I feel the pang of disapointment, but I also think “well, so what if it was?”
And that’s the sad thing.
Would I really not be delighted to have glimpsed such an odd thing so seredipitously? Would I not have been pleased as punch to have won such a lottery?
Am I become jaded?