Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Story | Bench

Sitting alone inside the subway lobby, I saw people come and go. They stopped briefly just to breath and inhale the stale air, and on they go hopping onto the next arrival of train.

Half of this year had passed by. People said hi, then bye. They traveled through the city, and returned to their home.

Bus, train, airplane. All allowed the movement and transfer of bodies. Souls slipped in, shadows faded out.

Walking in the air.


2011/06/30

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