Unreal City

Unreal City
Under the brown fog of a winter noon
Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants
210 C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole....

SometimesIgettheoddfeelingoflivinginasortofhuge,foggy,

noiselessglassbowl,likealazyfish, swimmingaround,notreallymoving.

Lookingatallthepeopleoutside,whiletheyarewatchingmeaswell.

Icanseethemtalkingandtryingtocatchtmyattention.Useless.Imdumb.

Icannothearthem.

Barbarianlanguagestheyarespeakingwith.Dontwanttostopmywalk.

Unrealworld.Unrealcity