today while travelling for some time on the trams and trains, i looked into every face possible, into the eyes of every person around me. i saw no one really alive except the old man on the bridge selling the 'homeless' newspaper. at one stage on a tram their was a vicious fight between two old 'whores' about money. few people noticed or reacted, and the driver of the tram, a woman, came to the back to get them out. i am a dead man living in the land of the dead. only the mountains here are alive. the mountains and animals... and young children.
i guess it says as much of me as of anything else.
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