from an imaginary Lucerne travel diary

who are you staggering towards me in what looks like an astronaut’s suit the kind that you used to see on grainy black and tv images of the apollo mission in the nineteen seventies yet you can’t be an astronaut because there is a line of people standing behind you watching with grins on their faces like this is some sort of show and in the background the old wooden bridge with the round tower in the middle the upper parts of the buildings on the opposite bank of the river glistening in the bright air damp from a recent shower