A youngster, humpbacked with wisdom, and an old man, burning with love, both of them, commuting to work on a subway, see a lot of interesting people: a budding manager with a red-hot lightning instead of his tiepin; a public toilet's volunteer; a ballerina, sleepy and yawning like a mermaid on ice as well as lobsters and other crustaceans too. I don't commute, ergo, I see nobody and sublimate my social life in the commentaries to Poertrysoup.
Here we have an illustration of the deficiencies of a freelancer's lifestyle.
Categories:
tiepin, life,
Form: Prose