Sunday, November 11, 2007

Commute (5)

I am in a hurry too, planning what I have to do, wishing for a coffee or a beer, but now and then, in the middle of my routine, I show up and look around and it occurs to me that I am living in a cemetery. What else could be so perfectly ordered? How could anyone be so obedient, without having been previously cremated?

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