Established Marvel : a Monk by Abbreviation

163. OF AN INSATIABLE FRAGMENTATION:

I used to love the black and white - everything grey hued in between and no color at all - I'd go out of my way to seek out the lack of color the black and whites of evening and dark - streetcars trains taxis buses shop-windows everything held in suspension between color : the impressive middle-ground of a nowhere between place and time yet something I could walk through : the old railroad siding with the boxcars abandoned and tumble-down left open to the elements and scavengers rats dogs and bums - coils of rope and sloppy pits of oil and tar leftover tires and wheels the broken-down hulks of trucks and everything facing the river at evening wore that grey face languid and sorrowful or still and wordless - a Jersey sun fell down through the sky and the now-colorless river rolled by : clutches of men with cigarettes and bottles of rum it seemed just appeared from the darkening bays and stood their almost-lifeless ground as if daring whatever to happen if it dared (but it never did) and some putrid old car would rumble past a pier - decrepit and sagging both - and without another sound or movement or act the darkness of the slowing sky would fall.