Forward forever

Man, what crazy action there is in here. Grand Central Station during the holiday rush. People stacked upon people. Faces become faceless. Rushing past. A few dozen 'shoulder checks' and nobody seems to care. For every one beating heart there are 1000 more to take its place. Walk into the magazine shop and and spot the old business men over in the porn section. Buy yer porn with pride. Everybody can see what you're doing. It takes a lot to shock people these days. A shop called Leper Kids, oh wait, that actually reads "Leeper Kids". No secrets are kept here--open for all to see, all the time, 24hrs. Even over in the Whispering Gallery, nobody is getting it right. The folks talk on cell phones instead of into the wall like they are supposed to. The fun little trick is lost to them, maybe forever. Glad I saw it when I could. Holiday laser light show in the Main Concourse minus the Floyd and weed. Families gaze up to see the kaleidoscopic walls moving in colorful patterns. Meanwhile, the operator actually is listening to Floyd through his headphones and just blazing away up there safe in his little heaven. Old men with disheveled comb-overs flapping off the sides of their heads. Nothing is gonna save you now, just cut that old clingy spider web off. Hundreds of voices converge in the echoing atmosphere and form some sort of incongruous language. Only the ghosts will understand/can interpret. Flanked on all sides are portals, portals leading to tracks leading to trains. These trains will transport these people to far away places. A quiet town, a small village, or another city. A place not here, but will make some sense to them nonetheless.