The silence is deafening against the night, the darkness would be blinding if not for the shining of the moonlight, it seems that everyone has up and gone to bed, ten o'clock pm and this little town is dead, I'm stuck in boredom like a sign post set in concrete, the only noise for miles are my footsteps upon the street, a steady beat beat beat rhythm against my feet, a little tune played out in miles every night while the city sleeps, creeping up and down the blocks in time with the tic tok of an invisible clock, in shock from being stopped by the cops it's not illegal to go for walks, he talks so suspiciously, questions and belittles me, takes me to his station to preform an...