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The taste of coffee is extremely unpleasant. My neighbours, having overheard a telephone conversation, are terrified of running into me.
I haven't had any physical contact with people for two weeks, time flies.
I may be going against the grain but I resigned today...
Health crisis, financial crisis but above all, social crisis. We have come to the point where we have taken away access to social networks from the most powerful man in the world...
These restaurants, hotels, bars and clubs make me very sad. They look like mutts tied to a pole.
Alone, destitute, austere, clumsy, these storefronts have become a reflection of the shadows that cross them. Ghostly, these passers-by are themselves the witnesses of a past so close that it has become distant.
Humanity, joy, warmth and music are silenced.
Normality has become absurd and utopian, and the absurd has become reality.
One day, perhaps, these storefronts will smile again, and the ghosts will once again infiltrate...
I haven't had any physical contact with people for two weeks, time flies.
I may be going against the grain but I resigned today...
Health crisis, financial crisis but above all, social crisis. We have come to the point where we have taken away access to social networks from the most powerful man in the world...
These restaurants, hotels, bars and clubs make me very sad. They look like mutts tied to a pole.
Alone, destitute, austere, clumsy, these storefronts have become a reflection of the shadows that cross them. Ghostly, these passers-by are themselves the witnesses of a past so close that it has become distant.
Humanity, joy, warmth and music are silenced.
Normality has become absurd and utopian, and the absurd has become reality.
One day, perhaps, these storefronts will smile again, and the ghosts will once again infiltrate...
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