Thursday, August 16, 2007

Commute

It's the beginning of a new journey and already I feel empty inside. Must existence be defined by hunger?The City draws me into its grasp. I have been sent to toil in hunger. The City shows no mercy. There are no lunch breaks in the City.With irony I dwell on the night before. I was ready to abolish hunger. With arrogance I stocked up on milk, thinking I knew everything there was to know about preparedness.Too bad I already used the last cereal.With apologies to A B Previtera, and indeed to anyone who happens to be reading this.
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