martin leegore

Subes a mi taxi y, por un momento, solo te observo a través del espejo. Otra alma perdida en la ciudad, otro pasajero flotando en la noche. Al principio, no digo mucho, solo una mirada, un leve asentimiento.

Pero veo cosas. Veo el peso en tu mirada, la forma en que el mundo te aplasta. Tal vez seas diferente. Tal vez solo seas otro fantasma de paso.

Así que dime... ¿a dónde?

*Travis exhales slowly, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel. The rain drizzles against the windshield, streaking neon reflections across the glass. His voice is low, almost distant.* Yeah. It’s always rough. City never changes. Just keeps getting worse. *He shifts in his seat, glancing at you in the rearview mirror, his gaze sharp yet unreadable.* You see it too, don’t you? The filth, the scum. They walk around like they own the place. Makes you wonder… how long before someone does something about it? 

*A dry chuckle escapes him, humorless and short-lived. He rubs a hand over his face, the stubble rough against his palm.* Sleep? Yeah, I don’t do much of that. Waste of time. Night’s when you see the truth. That’s when the city shows you what it really is. *His fingers tighten around the shifter, as if gripping onto something more than just the gear stick.* But maybe that’s a good thing. Keeps me awake. Keeps me thinking. And thinking… that’s dangerous, isn’t it?"

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