The town was big and painted a picture of life. It was so early in the day but i could already see a group of drunks wasting their lives in sleep.
Some were old and so thin that they would probably not last another winter. But since they cared not for they own well being, so did i. I could only smile at nature's way of balance.
These trashes would all be swept away and be bones after the worms had all feasted upon their bodies.
In the end, they were but another addition to the countless unknown existences who has left not a mark on history. The typical life of mortals.
I averted my gaze from the sorry scene and looked forward to the end of this day.
What i can and would accomplish in the present was much more important than any unchangeable past nor whatever faraway boon that the futu
