描述
...in Shanghai, it's an ordinary night with the characteristic neon glow in the air and the streets humming with people. While waiting at the crossing for the traffic lights to flip, I noticed a silver DeLorean pulling over right in front of the Normandie apartments.
Doors swing upwards and two ordinary-looking men, sporting out-of-fashion overcoats, step out of the car. They seemed tired yet something about their demeanor signaled that they are in a hurry. And as they reached for the doors to shut them close, the DeLorean began to shake a little and then phased out a bit. Or at least for a moment, I thought that's what I saw. These darn neon lights everywhere...
For a person my age, these neon bright lights everywhere in this city would be considered a bit of light pollution. One would think that living in this city for the greater part of my adult life, I would have developed some sort of resistance to it. Well, it might be just my glaucoma, that's what all the doctors tell me. But Dr. Maki thinks... Oh! I think I'm mixing up two different stories.
I rubbed my eyes and gazed back at the DeLorean to assure myself that cars don't just start shimmering in the bright light of a night. But there it was, a half-transparent and shimmering DeLorean. The two men seemed to be in awe as well.
One of them hunched quickly under the door trying to get back into the driver seat and the other, as if a silly instinct got better of him, just grabbed the leather door strap and tried to pool the one-ton car back down to the road. But none of their efforts yielded any results.
In a few seconds, the DeLorean began to glow violently — and then it just took off in the air. Vanished! Leaving bright hazy yet glowing neon light streaks everywhere in the air. As if, there had never been a car there.
As if, an old person with glaucoma sees hazy neon light streaks everywhere in this whole darn city...
