Tuesday, 23 February 2010

"Glorious Drops Dripping over my head"


Your Glory tends to extinct these days.

Cold and Scared I stand on the platform and I really ask myself how I manage -almost every single rainy day- to stand exactly under the spot where the ceiling is dripping. Either the "dripping spots" are too many, either I am damn absent-minded. When it is raining I am thinking of what the problem with the Subway ceilings might be, this is not only about the G. It also feels nice looking up and realizing that these drops are poetically nasty. Super Nasty.

G. Rider.

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