Monday, 13 February 2012

an exercise in absurdity.

an exercise in absurdity.

Out of nowhere a circle appears. Uncle C. is drawing.
connecting
a place on the ground
turning around, tangle of people.
over in a flash
what am I here for.
synthetic voices
fill the void, fill the void.

The cars rush around her, she cannot see anymore. They took away her sight in a corner of the abandoned Park. She wanders selling roses, a young girl trotting behind. When she appears in the cafe, Mother point at her and tells us that see what happen when you do not take care of yourself. We know better, we like her.

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