Thursday, January 27, 2005

La seccante vita

Niente di nuovo sotto il sole.

(There's nothing new under the sun).

Actually, there's no sun at all here. People look gray and tired moving under gray and tired skies. No one looks at each other on the train. Everyone seems like they're dying, moving through city blocks out of necessity, and I haven't seen a spark in a long time.

Che triste e oggi...

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