Walking

Walking

I am walking the streets of New York. I can’t think what to do. There is a big problem, BIG in capital letters. It is staring me in the face and it will not go away. I am homeless or I might as well be homeless. It is all the same, the same feeling. Despair just about describes it. I can’t shake it. I can’t think of anything else.

 

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