No fun at all
Squeaking, screeching, squealing
with awful howling noise
the trains go by
The sky is pissing down your neck
into your pants
People moving, running, pushing
No fun at all
at a train station
on a rainy friday afternoon
"We are all born mad. Some remain so."
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989)
"There couldn"t be a society of people who didn"t dream. They"d be dead in two weeks."
William S. Burroughs (1914-1997)