and now , the way the light pours over your hair , the way all that silk shines , so black it 's nearly blue . when he opened his eyes , the people in the street were flowing past just as before , and the ones on the bus were all looking in any direction except at each other . he wrinkled his nose at the smell of butter and salt . it 's not the first time , but it 's frustrating . the pain was hollow and distant . 