vendredi 30 septembre 2011
after some stations he strumbled out leaning on his walking stick. once out he didn't go on out of the subway. no, he just stood there leaning on his stick looking out to his left and his right.
when the train drove past him I followed him with my eyes and I wondered...
I wondered but as the metro raced through the feble lighted suburb, out of it into the night, I forgot about him and rederected my thoughts to my book.