I dont belong in the city

Something odd struck me today while crossing the street around the tired retro beige of sydney uni. everything indicated that crossing was the pièce du jour... crossing was surely the prevailing urge. green man taunting me with his smug strut, cars stopped, tuned clicker of the traffic's click-click thrashing out its nuh-nuh beat. then the cars started moving. the green man disappeared. i was still engaged in my crossing-the-road gait. something was missing... unfinished, incomplete... completely and utterly bizarre. the red man hadn't popped up. Something felt wrong about having to learn this response that is so totally unnatural to me.

I stared at it and it blankly stared back. the cars moved about me... and i somehow shuffled off, against my urges... crossing the road is a point and click system. the traffic lights point and we click to their droning beat. green man walks us across the road, red man then appears upbraiding us with his stance of disapprobation. he rushes us off and we are crossed. it was a shock... i was lost on the sweep of asphalt sea without the little red man to stare down upon me... responding to his coloured stimulus.

I really don't belong in a city.