Fragments of Angel's Maps - a prose-poem / Sebastian Ysz-kit Yim

A
Everybody is here, having a worldly, speedy yet tragic-comic party: men and women, boys and girls, buyers and sellers, walkers, loners, strangers, the exploiter and the exploited. But he is not one of them. An outsider. He cannot figure out why, he simply isn’t - confidently and assuredly the angel spreads his wings . . .

B
flying . . . singing . . . dancing . . . moving . . . remembering . . .