Monday, April 02, 2007

a city tale

He extinguishes his last cigarette of the day while heavily coughing. He´s been coughing all day long. It´s 10 pm and he hasn´t eaten for hours. He has a hangover. Last night he went out to have fun and he couldn´t help it, he got drunk again.
He never has time for anything, for his stuff, he´s always very busy. Always running from one side of town to the opposite one. And somewhere in between he manages to eat, do the shopping, see some friends...
He´s proud of himself, he shows off all the time. He must say out aloud what he wishes to point out of himself to make sure everyone appreciates it.
What does he say to himself when there´s no one around to listen? What does he feel when nobody is looking at him and he doesn't need to show off any more? What does he do when he has time for himself?
He breaks down and cry.

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