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Jan Oskar Hansen
A gigantic dark grey cloud covers the town and its environs
and rain fall in large lazy drops that when hitting ground
splits into a thousand droplets like cluster bombs designed
to destroy people but let building stand. Not many cars on
roads austerity grips us with an iron fist and no one drives for
fun anymore, the clear sign that we must look for a modest
future; haste for material gains we left brotherhood behind.
Although the day is murky light is not on in buildings around
mine, we have to do with the light this day gives us till evening.
Trees in the avenue are leafless, soaked and dismal now and
elegant pavements slippery, by leaves of sternness and I think of
the suit I bought at a second hand shop, it had been a banker´s
who scared by the masses wroth had fled to Bahamas…he could
have done worse. We love to hate financiers we also envy them
so we d not have to look at ourselves for money we borrowed to
buy a bigger house and a new car none of what we really needed.
It has stopped raining and a finger of light pokes through the grey,
severity is easier to bear in sunlight.