Carnival

The orgasm was in my head. I realize now thats where it came from. If the world is a desert, then my head is spring-water. Electric particles are floating in the air. Unrealized potential behind secret viewing windows. Everything is a secret. There are two types of sun-fish. Working through the pain is impossible. The pain lies in the back of the head--it too is the pain of unrealized potential. 

I pissed out of the building onto a tree that was three meters down, and 45 degrees across from me. My piss shot long and true onto the trunk. Further down a brook was the entertainment of broken children. Everything was mauve red, green and brown. A minute after I had finished, an elderly asian woman in a bucket-hat peeked out from behind the tree, holding the hand of a toddler. She looked right at me, but was scared by my return glance (perhaps a xenophobic reaction) and walked down a flight of stone steps, allowing her child to join the broken ones. 

Several men watched us fuck. I guess this was for money, but I'm on the wrong side to tell you. I live here, and they'll never let us go.