Friday, September 25, 2009
People
A thousnad faces rushed by, blank looks surrounding the lone figure. He sat on a cold metal bench lost in thought, whilst the world carried on turning. People talked he thought but they dont talk about anything. People think but are vain, new toys, new cars, do they really take time to think. Technology has taken over he contemplated yelling trying to get them to understand. We trade our exsistence for pleasure. He stood discarded his coat and stepped into the rain. Now they take notice he thought quietly.
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I read this several times and enjoyed each read more! Discarding his coat becomes a dramatic statement. He discards what he should do according to social values and the rain cleanses, maybe even baptises him into a new life. Beautiful!
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