Thoughts from a lunar night

Unfolding like sheets of paper, Inspector Jigaanthar K and me head out into the night to meet Mr. Crasta. Cardigans blasting on the way, our heads finding kinetic energy shaping the thoughts from the moon's incessant delivery of light from behind the clouds, across the sky and into the black of that monsoon night, the snail that attached itself to a bill, how it tore off making the tear a snail-like shape, that moment when I said "I don't know who is driving this car", our flurry of thoughts in the treelined eighty feet road, less than hundredwords probably title for a label, Axl sending out positive energy, his love supreme. And love also from one mysterious girl living hundreds of miles away, shaping the mood for the moon and drawing her circles in my head.