And forgive us our trespasses, as we curse at those who push passed against us.
Monday, 1 June 2009
29 May 09 AM
Watching people cross the road from my bus level vantage point, they seem so vulnerable. Their fragile little bodies being swept up in the ebb and flow of the mechanical river, little eddies conplying with Brownian motion.
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