Ant on the Mobiüs Strip

Like The Ant that walks on the Mobiüs Strip. 

"তবেই আবার পড়বে এসে আমড়াতলার মোড়ে,"

I walk a few steps towards Nowhereland. 

The rain starts to patter on asbestos sheets. 

The plants sway in the balcony

The middle-class man, in his scotch, asleep. 

Like a lizard burrowing in a crack of his house; 

I try to look up, look out.  

Louisiana suddenly feels to close to Bangalone. 

I see a young guy a walking his dog.

They're running back home as fast as they can.

A young girl, with a headset plugged in;

What's she listening to, Madonna In the rain? 

A Thunder rolls somewhere nearby. 

Winds pick up speed. 

Is it also raining where Nekhbet lives?

Thinking of Nekhbet, I rush back in

Plug in Adele in the stereo.

'With the hot heat r-i-i-i-sing (rising)".

Somewhere in the distance, I hear guitar. 

The guys from the Northeast?

Possibly.

They're playing Beatles - I forgot what the song was. 

Not that, that matters anymore.

Because this is now a time warp-you're stuck

And so, am I, like 1q84. 

I pour myself a rum and coke - 

Walk over to take a little sip, relax. 

Check my steps-counter on my smartwatch.

Thirteen more steps towards Nowhereland.