Homogeneous Soup

Which one is it? All the windows are open. The air swirls about mixing altogether into a homogeneous soup. This causes a situation of adverse ambiguity. My olfactory senses cannot get a fix on the position if not only the direction. It is a prime example of Heisenberg's Principle applied to the stench cloud of human preponderance. 

Luckily I undergo a phase change. I find myself aboard cool and sparse surroundings. I sit behind one acting like she's leaving but instead is only shifting to consume the remnants of a roast beef sandwich. She dabs her mouth with a napkin then returns to rifling through her bag. The second half of the sandwich is brought forth and masticated swiftly. 

I turn my attention elsewhere. I listen to music. It turns out to be a retroactive excursion into the early 1980's post punk. I am reminded of Los Angeles. I was there then of course. I went to parochial school, ditched detention, learned how stingy my mother was, breathed in photochemical smog, road on a banana-seat bicycle everywhere, and experienced my first real taste of music (besides the easy listening crap my parents listened to).

Neither here nor there; I am resigned ...