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Being awake, deprived of sleep at 2am, made myself a sleeping pill; it comes from three shots all taken from a building on a kind of derelict industrial park, smack in the middle of the city, by a tamed river; along this one, two paved paths are jammed with strollers, jogger, cyclists, roller skaters; and here is that guy splashed out on white stucco looking out at all those 'free' people, while he is stuck here in a life he did to himself; at least, he seems to understand that a chosen life path is not necessarily to roll along with them all; the river is now overgrown with weeds, a nice place to contemplate, the growing forever of weeds.
Published Monday, August 05, 2013 by henri durand
2 pages