It's spreading, don't you hear?
This melancholy of grand change.
Everyone is affected. Busy with themselves. Ignoring everything.
No one got the time to read anymore. To sip their tea or coffee. To chat.
To write nonsense.
Every head is ducked, staring into nothingness. No one talks, except inside their heads.
And I stand there, baffled by what I see and nothing that I hear.
My objection will never suffice to be heard. My voice is too timid to have any impact.
It's spreading, you know?
Have you got any antidote? Any sparks left to burn?
Original post: Facebook Notes
June 26, 2012 at 11:18pm
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