... another Monday when I find out I my lottery ticket was a fake one.
lottery – those illusions' sellers...
and yet, so close to winning ... one more number could have assured my inner tranquility and the proof of an outer superior protective eye... besides the material benefits, that I don't strongly resent :))) bad luck in gambling, good luck in love. thanks but no thanks... ;) It's much more a material Monday when senses peep at a certain awakening...
at the end of the day I gather the remains of the seconds, the minutes, the hours that passed during my Ulyssian journey throughout this Monday, this city, this life ...
... vanitas vanitatum ... patterns that have a certain repetitive frequency ... predictive actions and ideas and people ... deja vu ... morbid scents and my red aching skin ... I enter Stillness Street ... the tranquility of my home, my corner, my beer ... the parsley and lovage borsch brings back home memories ... refreshing water pouring on my body ... disconnection ... oblivion ... night ... the end (of the day).
this Monday a child was brought into this world!!!
