I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.
it was the first time I'd
realized
that.
[Charles Bukowski - I met a genius]
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Contacts.
I can now confirm. It is possible to cry at work, in the toilet, lenses or no lenses. And then go back to work and then work. And nobody cares. Nobody notices. Or, actually, everybody is scared to notice.
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