A Time to Be So Small (Open)
Aug 31, 2022 21:36:01 GMT
Post by Jasper Kajiyashiki on Aug 31, 2022 21:36:01 GMT
Jasper was immersed in his work again. He sat in front of his laptop with headphones in his ears; one more expedition in an endless sea of footage and audio files. He felt submerged beneath waves of case files and reports of criminal activity. Jasper was desperately trying to find context, trying to build a map to the information that might be able to bring this city back above the water. Unfortunately, he was neither a captain nor a cartographer. No, he was sinking deeper, staring out the glass and praying he could figure this out before everyone drowned.
Truthfully, the crime wasn't going anywhere. It had been plaguing the city for years but Jasper's anxiety made his job seem so urgent. After a while, he noticed his hands were shaking, and he had a headache. As he checked the time he realized that he had been staring at this screen for 6 hours. Shit, it was already 2 pm, and he was hungry. Luckily across the street was his favorite coffee shop. He packed his things and realized at the door that it was pouring rain.
The image made him smile. The splash of droplets mixed with the city lights made a luminescent glow above the ground. The colors contrasted the usual greys of the city streets and greens of the shrubbery to create an effect akin to watercolors spreading over a canvas. This, amplified by the naturally dim lighting caused by clouds, made the usual doldrums alluring to the eyes. Readying his umbrella, he went to the inviting yellow glow across the street, his lighthouse in the storm.
Inside were brick walls draped in ivy, a ceiling with atmospheric lights shining through faux hanging flowers. Jasper would grab an order of tea and his favorite panini before sitting at the window seats, undeterred by whoever may be sitting there. If alone he would idly enjoy watching the rain as he slowly ate, secretly hoping for a reason to converse. Anything to get his mind away from work.
Truthfully, the crime wasn't going anywhere. It had been plaguing the city for years but Jasper's anxiety made his job seem so urgent. After a while, he noticed his hands were shaking, and he had a headache. As he checked the time he realized that he had been staring at this screen for 6 hours. Shit, it was already 2 pm, and he was hungry. Luckily across the street was his favorite coffee shop. He packed his things and realized at the door that it was pouring rain.
The image made him smile. The splash of droplets mixed with the city lights made a luminescent glow above the ground. The colors contrasted the usual greys of the city streets and greens of the shrubbery to create an effect akin to watercolors spreading over a canvas. This, amplified by the naturally dim lighting caused by clouds, made the usual doldrums alluring to the eyes. Readying his umbrella, he went to the inviting yellow glow across the street, his lighthouse in the storm.
Inside were brick walls draped in ivy, a ceiling with atmospheric lights shining through faux hanging flowers. Jasper would grab an order of tea and his favorite panini before sitting at the window seats, undeterred by whoever may be sitting there. If alone he would idly enjoy watching the rain as he slowly ate, secretly hoping for a reason to converse. Anything to get his mind away from work.
