A satisfying life
See this. Men, with tiny love, are drinking. They are observant. How
beautiful is that?
It is very beautiful. Strange signs are pulled away in a series of
incentives.
The arrogant ones, used to extensive feeling, erect multi-storey
suspicion, surrounding almost every speech with speedy hostilities.
The miserable ones sit quietly, watching, in a brightness, aware that
they are being watched. Both types, and there are others, teach themselves good
stories which they have made up, imploring they know not whom, as if in prayer.
They sometimes raise their inner voices as they hurry down fearful
corridors. They look at their watches in moods of admitted defeat.
Surveillance is mucky. The rattle of windows can alter intelligence reports
in almost every detail. It is inevitable, given the smell of the selected
targets.
All are admirable because of their social emptiness. They are beautiful
because few think anything. Each can be whatever you want.
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