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#34 The oceans divide
Wednesday, May 6, 2009 1:20 AM

I could live a life of isolation. I could stay single for the rest of my life, and bear no children to take care of me in old age. I could live on my own in a small flat, open a little provision shop across the street and sell biscuits and shampoo. Then when the sun sets i'll pack up, lock up, buy fish porridge for dinner and cross the street to home sweet home. I'll see countless of people everyday but will have none to pour my heart out to. I'll take a hot shower, head to bed and the following morning, the entire cycle repeats itself.

On some days, i'll sell more biscuits than shampoo. But what do we really live for?


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