this city

this city brings bad luck.
it's awesome and sad.
grey and foggy but, most of all, wet.
just like my bike seat, always wet.
the stairs are slippery and the cats are entrapped in shops, restaurants and bars. and so am I, entrapped between these canals.
no true happiness around. not even the shade of it.
lots of money, lots of fake smiles, optical ilusions and toxic candies.
and all those nice writings on the walls are not enough to remind me why I'm living here.
simply not enough, not anymore.

this evening

I've been walking for the whole length of five Mogwai's album. it was hell of a walk. freezing and sad, no ideas showed up.