The City of the Undead: Return to work after an eleven-day holiday at home. Subway filled with lifeless bureaucrats trudging to office jobs. “F” Street crowded with the dead and dying; street people wrapped in blankets, feet bound in rags– everyone looking crippled, deformed and retarded. I am on the verge of tears all day. “Stop whining,” I implore myself. “Shut up! Just shut up!”
January 2nd, 1980
January 2nd, 1980
January 2nd, 1980
The City of the Undead: Return to work after an eleven-day holiday at home. Subway filled with lifeless bureaucrats trudging to office jobs. “F” Street crowded with the dead and dying; street people wrapped in blankets, feet bound in rags– everyone looking crippled, deformed and retarded. I am on the verge of tears all day. “Stop whining,” I implore myself. “Shut up! Just shut up!”