march of time

Cold winter morning he walked on his rutine to the work, the same boring work of the last years, with the same look, worried about the same things of yesterday on the same street of tomorrow. He didnt have a bad life, the same life of his friends, the life of his way had taken. Suddenly he felt a really intensive pain in his wrist… his watch had bitten him.


Published in: on enero 4, 2007 at 4:18 am  Comments (2)  

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  1. awesome!~john

  2. Yes. And the fact that the image was stolen on my flickr page.


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