crack_in_the_window emmi my building's door opens straight on to a big road, and a bus stop where those dodgy people on the night buses tend to hang out. i hear an argument, a man swearing, accusing someone of being racist. the girl screams, 'what's your problem?' and i get interested. i stand on tiptoe as my window only opens at the top and the glass is not see-through. i hear more screaming and swearing and apparently the guy pushes the girl. soon it all subsides though...i guess they get on the bus. but i'm still standing on tiptoe and i don't care anymore who's arguing and who thinks who's racist. and i don't care who's pushed who and what insults they use that might come in handy for me sometime. and i don't care that i live in a dodgy area, where people have fights right outside my door. i don't even care that i can't see out of my window and even through the crack i only see the ventilators of the building opposite mine. and it's all because the fresh night air blew in from the crack in the window, the window panes were cold, and for a moment it really smelled like winter, like christmas, like snow, like something familiar...not like pollution. 041126 ... endless desire someone slinging crack outside my window. 061025 what's it to you? who go blather from