first come, per serve

sometimes the loneliness of people in the city is so palpable… it takes on its own form and the presence is felt everywhere.

so, during this morning when i went out to buy bread, i happened to look at a wall well plastered with rum and cigarette posters and there, written on one of the posters was the shout of loneliness, crying out for the masses to acknowledge the author’s humanity

the message cried out,


in a way it was amusing. but the desperation was so glaringly obvious that it tore at me.


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