Aujhourd’hui je pourrais ecrire sur ma tete

March 30, 2012 § Leave a comment

Almost back to the hurly burly of professional life, trial run this morning. Had forgotten how stressed and asocial people get as they scurry or grind their way to their offices, like the humanity is sucked out of them by the daily repetition of hasty unloved journeys. The homeless man who has taken up residence in the porch of one of the office blocks is still slumbering under covers on his salvaged mattress as the angry commuter cars roar in. I wonder if anyone can see my invisible distress signal “get me under a nice pile of dry leaves deep in the woods for a few months more of hibernation”.

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