Friday 20 April 2012

Fortis cadere

Dreaming, as frightful as it can get sometimes, it should still be thought of as a blessing. It is our daily chance for a trip to oblivion, the magic touch which instantaneously takes us to a better place, a place where shades of gray have never looked so pleasant and colourful before.

Remove a man's dreams and you take away his hope. And then his life is filled with fear.

And since misery loves company, the men and women at the sweatshops worked night and day, powerless to rid themselves of the demon who took away their dreams.

A pale old man, would stroll around the southern projects, never leaving the sweatshops and the workers there from his eyes. Oh his eyes. When you looked straight to them ... you could see the abyss and you could feel yourself sliding into an never ending fall.

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