Unknown Pleasures

me-skywalker

Firstly before any great secret is revealed I should consider two things; why is it a secret in the first place and secondly who am I telling it to….



Young people dropped feet on the path, heavy, loud pounding through the bleak November wind. Each thud carried a dead slap, a blank canvass of sound and energy to move wind and displace time. Wet leaves sloshing around with the soaking dirt and drenched cigarette ends, the air was whistling and whirring with the speed of a bullet through gaps between normality and a dreamlike state. Chillingly cutting each hair off my face as I watched un-noticed under a canopy out stretching the shop-front I resigned to using as my support.

Now the thing with waiting in the cold for someone you don’t want to see is that they generally won’t see you. Everybody walks with their head burrowed into their scarves and hats and eyes are generally not diverted to the side as the wind will whip them back to front. I’ve been waiting here now for about 3minutes. In exactly 2 more minutes I won’t be able to speak to you again as my ‘target’ will have arrived and I will be too busy maintaining my front… and my back.
I’ve seen this happen before, of course not in person just, where a man is following one man and another man comes from behind and tells this man to stop following that man and then former man is distracted in finding middle man and all sense of which man is finding what man can run away with itself.
However, this time it was not the sense that I could do this as easily and naturally as the countless other recons I had been on, this time I had a sense of anger and disappointment. Here I am, years of service, day after day putting my life on the line, hours of unfulfilling paper work, never one failed mission in 13years and now I’m back to day time shadowing with the help of the departments finest alco’s and donut whores.