....not language as such. They continued walking and....(...)
...continued talking whilst sucking on a boiled sweet which clacked and chipped against his teeth, spit collecting in the corners of his mouth. The horror of what.....(...)
It’s a long feeling, possibly thin, walking down a street, the interactions are vague, the focus shot through with a membrane of something, micron thin. Walking towards, but not seeing, glassy eyed an