I hate people
walking abreast across the pavement
so that they could yap
as if they were taking part
in Sympósion.
Saying that, I feel somewhat embarrassed—
not so much at the sentiment,
but at the excessive solemnity
of the expression.
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In the mornings I sit by the window and read—partially to draw inspiration but mainly to kill time between dates on my future tombstone—but at the same time observe the little world outside, and today I noticed a rather baffling scene. A car stopped by the kerb, and after some erratic movement inside, a middle-aged woman emerged out of it, smoking. She walked aimlessly around the vehicle, her entire focus on the cigarette, but once she finished smoking, she returned to the car and went on her merry way, leaving the crumpled cigarette butt behind. How peculiar.
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