I go to work in the morning, meet an old friend with a companion. They sit on the bench, looking into the emptiness. Washed shirts and pants, unwashed, in shaking hands on a bottle of beer. According to all signs, from the wild beetle. I come and say hello.
Hi, how is it? Why such memories?
Weddings at Weddings.
When was the wedding?
In the Saturday.
This is Tuesday. o
We are aware. We sit here and think how this happened.