I sit and see the people pass by. Then I see their reflection on the shop window and they are faded. I wish they could stay like that, semi-transparent and dull, because when they are in their full colour, shape and form they exhaust me. I want them to stop. I want them to shut up and read a book, read a thousand books. All the books I never managed to read. So maybe they can explain them all to me. Maybe then, they can explain everything to me.
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