the earlier post extracted from the wild sheep chase, which i finally managed to finish after almost three months. but you can't blame me, it has been a long three months after all. the time i started was the trip back home from the local library with two books from the known author, the other of which i never managed to begin on and thus, never managed to complete. it will have to wait.
and the begining of the book coincided with a few days of school holidays, three days in which we were subject to work as robots around a set of nine tables, relagated to menial factory work, the same repetitive movements over and over again.
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the segment i stole from the wild sheep chase seemed ridiculously similar to the situations that we found ourselves in on the first day.
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the day i passed you on the bridge, i knew.
there were so many legless people in the city of angles. one looked like he had his eye gouged out, i shudder to think of what might have been done to him.
others set up shop consisting of a flat mat and some wares, clothing and the like.
you were in blue.
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the next day, an old man with a stump for a leg, holding out an empty plastic bowl, sitting in the corner of a ditch.
walking the hot streets, i saw us in tokyo, the plane landing, me alone in the departure lounge, watching the array of scattered individuals waiting for the plane, listless, pale faces, with no one attempting to talk to anyone else.
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