Housing for the poor and mentally ill, citizens of art, please.

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Everything is irritatingly misplaced.

Everything is irritatingly misplaced

Everything is irritatingly misplaced

Two old ladies talking behind me in the bus about weather, “how it is so warm today: ” how little green things are appearing, tulips and things like that”. Aroma of something burned. But I felt empathy and warmth in their wornout fragile voices which I liked. I felt sun through the glass. Microg. and chewable tablets.