it's a goddamn arms race

i notice a few drivers eyeballing me as i walk through the end of day masses of downtown.

but then, i am bundled head to foot, hints of pink sparkles leaking through from behind my purple blue scarf, my dark coat and white white hat cutting sharp contrasts against the golden light from the setting sun refracted through a million and one green glass panes.

more noteworthy, however, is my majestic dancing.

look out world.