heavy on the adjectives=new life philosophy

on the 18, slumped in a ray of sunshine, fretting inanely about the blind cat's new habit of pissing in the hamper- the bus stopped and lowered itself (a disabled benefit- makes a resigned hissing sound) for a sour-faced old man, pants pulled up to his rib cage and secured with faded suspenders, four lonely bottom teeth and a disarmingly thick head of ted kennedy-esque hair- staggered to the closest seat, which happened to be next to a woman and her baby. his countenance completely changed. i could barely hear him speak to the baby in a singsong voice, smiling, and suddenly he seemed like a kindly grandfather, not someone whom fate had grabbed by the testicles. it was easy to picture him young, laughing, falling in love, proud. ah, this self-imposed isolation leads me to florid rhapsodies.
windows are raised in all of the older buildings. summer in a largely un-air-conditioned city... curtains bow inward to dark recesses. i imagine sweaty bodies on bare mattresses, listless fans atop dirty refrigerators, painted walls slightly slick.
(the solo thom yorke is actually quite wonderful... good warm-night music.)
walked through occidental park today. it was actually very pleasant- reminiscent of gastown in vancouver. i hadn't been down there much since the city cut down a slew of trees to combat the seaminess of the area... it was oddly deserted. brick streets, sun filtered through leaves, ivy snaking up buildings. the ethiopian restaurant i used to go to is long gone- i don't even recall where it was. the walled-in 'waterfall park' is still there, locked- a tiny industrial corner surrounded by 15' iron bars, filled with flora and a huge fountain- i used to consider it my secret seattle oasis. walked up 2nd ave just as the majority of downtown released its workers for the day: a shady corridor punctuated by blinding slits of sunshine, pedestrians obediently waiting on the corners. that eerie (eerie due to its ephemerality) sensation of well-being came over me. i walked along with no physical impairment, nowhere to be, feeling like a ripe piece of fruit.
...now i feel as if i am missing, forgetting something... that giddy and ominous premonition that something bombastic and bizarre is prescient, that a week from now everything could be utterly, irreversibly different. i don't know why.