Night Lights

The cat's shed fur floated in the air, the afternoon sun's rays bouncing off of it like light off dust particles above the seats facing a reeling film

What's it like for those who float through, directionless, seen only due to their closeness

to the presence of another

more prominant source 

Invisible without the light of others. 

Where are they at night

Cubicles with desks in the tallest buildings

Cubicles with beds in the rustiest buildings

Loitering in every space they saunter into