les femmes

Walking down the street, I witness many people ungrateful for the simple things like the air they breathe, the ground which carries them. Rather they expect they can’t be happy with such things, they want to live in a hyperreal bubble. They bask in the movie stars, people no different from themselves, who deal with the same annoying problems in life, who live no better, no worse. Like blinded fools, they can't appreciate the touch of the people who really care about them, can't understand the unspeackble things. I couldn't live so empty.