Claude was in it, the euphoria. He felt it, all of it: the earth, the sea, textures of the air. It was all here, a joy as wine. And purple with delight, Claude strode down the block.
A break for context. The location will generally be New York City, the greatest of all, for the fact that it has everything. If you don't have the big budget for international, or even national, travel, travel you may still, but instead of a long distance, hundreds of at first exciting, then blended, miles, all you need is a Metrocard, possibly one of the greatest advances in the history of mankind, simply for making it so easy to see the world...
But I digress.
Claude felt like his blood had been infused with electrifying citrus, with a full syrupy feeling that stretched out all of those ticks and twitches one would feel from their pursuits.
Eyes focused, as on a hunt, but without the anxiety.
Claude walked, and had been walking for about an hour, maybe an hour and a half, he stopped wearing a watch years ago, he had so many other ways to tell the time now, but none of that mattered, he had a purpose.
He was going to finally divorce that lying bitch.
"Honey if they say that those 'interpersonal intimacy lectures' are necessary then- well goddamnit Karen, it's the top school in New York, and from how much the tuition's costing us, they better know what the hell they're doing! Well I don't know what the other parents are saying about it, did you think I would become more involved with those vicious, vapid vipers after you left--Shit, she hung up on me again."
"It’s alright, didn't you say she was a," Claude saunters over to his room and takes a little black notebook from his schoolbag and, after flipping through a few pages, finds a colorful quote suitable for the topic