YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE
Haha. You know it’s true. Ever since I saw it happen, I knew it was true. I knew it was true before I saw it happen.
Whatever the fuck it is, it’s true.
Too many bankers sit there with their wallets, pouring out of their guts. Fuck them. Fuck their wallets. Fuck their guts.
Not enough wankers stand there. Too many decent people wait in that line. Waiting for their giro.
It’s false. Some of the time. But not always.
Life is, as we know it. Time, motion…and money. Fuck life.
MEN DEPART
“You’re never really there, but you’re never really gone.”
Frank said this in a stern voice, without looking at me. He handed me the train ticket to Paris, again without looking at me.
“The train for Paris will be leaving at 18:42 from platform 6” announced a loud sonic boom of a voice.
He spun around and shot off without saying goodbye.
I realised that it wasn’t about life. It wasn’t about love. It was about everything in life you didn’t want it to be.
Paris will no longer be the city of romance.
The divorce. Lovers collide. Men depart.
