the moon was hanging dry , &. cut in half ; bleeding glimmers of pearls as it feebly tried to catch a neglectful city's attention before the dark , swollen clouds raced to draw their curtains over the uninspiring spectacle . pedestrians were too busy with the street performers or with their eyes glued to window shopping . no wonder those moribund feet have been dragging themselves along the sidewalks for nearly forty minutes , agonizingly hauling the dead body with squandered care in that concrete jungle [ DISPOSSESSED OF HIS OWN REGARD FOR HIMSELF &. ANY FOREIGN CURIOSITY FROM THOSE WHO SIMPLY REFUSED TO YANK THEIR ATTENTION AWAY FROM THEIR OWN SELF-CONSUMPTION ENCASED BY THE BLINDING LIGHTS &. STUNNED BY THE CONSTANT WAILS OF AN ENDLESS TRAIL OF MOTIONLESS TRAFFIC AT RUSH HOUR ] . his body caves in to the sharp pain on his ankles , fiddling with his nerves &. biting down to the bones . he leans against the bricked wall right when he was about to reach the crosswalk , his chest hysterically desperate to devour some fresh air rather than being force-fed all the heavy fog wherever he walked . while trying to ease the pain before resuming his course , he watches as the cars move aside as if they were ants drawing a path when sirens started to roar louder the closer they came . the crew of firetrucks &. police cars were rushing up the street he had walked down from , quite possibly heading to THE WEBSTER HALL to put out an unfortunate outcome of " inadequate wiring " . it was only when he turned his head to look back ahead that he noticed a familiar car &. a more familiar face peeking at him from the inside . john does not rush , the weariness of his muscles would barely allow him to &. it was not in his nature to act enthusiastic . instead , he slowly limps to the vehicle . opening the door &. sliding inside should be enough of an answer to accept the ride . just as his back leans on the comfortable seat , his eyes close . relieved .