Wednesday, June 4, 2008

what an unproductive day

He's living next to rails. He can tell you things of different cars and trains. Now he's trying the whole day to switch off time by causing train-delay.

Not a word to compensate. Not a sentence to describe this desperate state. Not a Picture to compare. We step into a room of opaque air.

Could be enough if only we are pilots once a day.

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