Wednesday, 28 October 2009
a walk on the wild side
Little man with a briefcase. Clutching onto your past. Years beyond retirement. Tottering along in your beige raincoat, your grey trousers, your brown shoes and a head polished with baldness. Too frightened to stop and imagine that there could be something else. Too frightened to stop and see what you have lost.
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