Random Ramblings 11
A chaotic play with words
The leaves on the damp ground fall in front of the houses of parliament — they slowly shuffle into a huddle and assemble a sad face. The tempo of the city cannot be called negligent — the eyes will wander — they are an endless experiment.
The dos and don’ts take off their coats and wander around this sacred frown. A father smiles as he watches his miles tick…