Ghost train

An almost empty carriage, with not all the seats vacant but nearly all empty, takes home the unfulfilled victims of normality: Faces deprived of expression, heads buried deep in today’s lies…

I, too, ride that train, although I didn’t want to… For if every normal person must die, I thought an Artist would have lived forever.

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About Mauro Metallo

A Writer and Photographer equally at home in Italy and in Canada.

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