27.9.09
You wake up in your apartment.
You look down to the city below. It is full of people, walking in masses all together to a place unknown. It is like looking at a conveyor belt in a fabric.
The door is locked. You can't move.
The walls are empty, your room is empty, and there is only this stare at the door and through the window.
You can’t get out.
You can’t get attention.
Listen to this and loose yourself.
posted by eduardo chagas @ 27.9.09
