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And then you ask me who I am and I

ask you the same question and we

look a little into

each others eyes which has

unmentionable colors just

because we heard somewhere that's a

very decent way to pass some time

Like when we wander in

crammed department stores

digging deep into

freezers searching for

signs of ourselves or just

smoked salmon

Like when we gaze at

nature to feel as if a

part of something greater or just

imagine what it feels like to

have roots

You know, there are endless

possibilities, I,

a pseudo-intellectual

suburbian boheme, I,

an enthusiast of grey melange, I

a manifestation of indolence, but

which one do you prefer?

Let's watch something else than

each other just for

a little while, let's

jump the train and leave these

houses that were never homes, let's

just be a part of the process

As long as we do that I think

we're still some kind of

human at least