Crane

Indoors he sat, surrounded by the bells and whistles chaining his existence.

These brought happiness when engaged – games, television, mobile devices, and working from the office at home.

The so-called modern living in Dadika. A new city in the middle of nowhere. It reminded him of garage nights at Eros. He was young, free, and wild then.

He wore a silky Chinese dragon shirt, silky tight jeans, and a black leather coat. A homage to The Matrix’s Neo – no shades though, matching boots, deh people self go fear.

Nim and the posse, dey go see Lonyo catch him live singing, Summer Of Love, at the club.
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Move your body round me
Come on and get undone
It’s the summer of love
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Nim reminisces, reminisces, oh my God, memory lane is where mind-traveling took him.
It was not quite summery, the dawning night, the lunar phase 360° moon.

Nim went for a walk and climbed to the right side of the tower crane. He has a thing about being on the right of things! Eyes to the lit sky, what a sight he said.

A disperse from his material things and looking to switch up, as nature was a scenic trap to curl the chained insanity.