I reach the train station . are close to the quarter past eleven p.m. . The street is empty. Behind me is away the bus. Before, the lighted windows of the station . Seem oily. light. WHITE PAPER ON THE TABLES a direct ticket to an ad for ON THERE KISSES SONGS ON THE BEACH ... WITHIN TWO YEARS NEW , ON THIS SITE WITH ANYONE, BE DAGGERS Payment a hundred-and I Magas of OZ ON THE BOTTOM ... remains for me to travel. I reach around. Neon dust soiled, plastic seats. A crowd extends in all directions, surrounded by packages and herds in several ways. remember the face of Veronica ,
Image: Leon Ferrari
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