There was a dark room in that space, very dark, filled with water. Boats, people - many of them were on the water, sailing aimlessly and hopelessly. I went into the room and got a cigarette from someone, I might have even smoked it, why not, and left. Didn’t they see me? They kept thinking there was no way out, they thought there was no end to that water...
credit: danr13
Всегда держу в чистоте и не захламываю пассажирское место в своём авто. А вдруг однажды какой-нибудь лунатик запрыгнет ко мне в машину и выпалит: "Держи курс на Биг-Сур и ни о чём не беспокойся." Должна же жизнь как-то расширяться...
The horizon and the sun are playing a game this time of year, a game with my heart. It gets dark sooner, the air cools faster, people are being swept off the streets - home, home, go... It gets nostalgic, it whispers: "Extemporise, get alive, spontaneously dance." And the big bright word LAUNDROMAT just adds spice to this chai of feelings. So if you feel like washing a comforter soon and wandering the flecked city darkness, let me know - I'm coming with.
