It is sweeter to wander with the wretched and outcasts than to sit crowned with roses at the banquets of the rich
Elisee Reclus

Monday, August 18, 2008

Our New Photo Roman

Well, as I remember it - there was a hurried breakfast in a melancholy greasy spoon.

I think there was a girl in a red dress too. Maybe! I don't remember now.

There was a man at work for some arty gallery getting £6 per hour. I told him it was a 'rip' but he just shrugged.

I think the guy I was set on was this guy with the newspaper. He was hiding by using the best method - standing out from the crowd.

I ran down the stairs but I lost him by the shops. All that glare and products.

I guess I got confused. Win some, lose some. At least the fry-up was good.

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