muerta mae

we were in the burj tower, catching a plane from the top floor, for what else, where earth touches sky. But I was climbing up the spiral stairs, and you, you were on the ground, in the garden, with a friend, where did you find a friend here, where do you find a friend anywhere. and I have never been there before, and I thought it might be quite unlike a bright spiral car park. I shout out to you, and the elevator is coming down, time to go, time to go, we'll miss our flight. the next time was mumbai, not as much celestial anymore. I was in the dense rainy bus station, its time to go for that interview, so informal, just a quick chat with a recruiter. And I do get the right bus, and I am busy mapping out where we'll meet after, close to his office, but not too, we mustn't mix formal as closely with the casual. And I send you the location, its parallel and to the left, a few streets away, I may take the bus there, you will not recognize Mumbai, the glass, and the buses. And google maps is absolutely a game changer in arcadia, you would have loved it, but otherwise, not much has changed really