This morning I sat in the car, and while on selbige the Rhine bridge chugged, I saw the sky - lively, dramatic, full of clouds and movement, as he opens out to the horizon. An infinite reality was out there, beyond the train window. There was a feeling of ... Wide. Of freedom. I wanted to live. Cloud studies. Wind breathe. ride over plains.
And I was overcome with a quiet sadness, as I realized that I would spend the day once again in an ugly room with gray linoleum floor on a notebook screen, staring, a mouse rumschiebend to do any kind of liquid manure, the only against the prospect dingy sun blinds or the windows of the facade, as well looks like our front, and not even the sky is reflected in the windows ... every day only tables, computers, a lot of talk about trivialities - just a nameless mercenary in a system of palaces, which have declared war on the huts, just for the hell of it. For a few rich get richer at the expense of my life, they pay me good enough that I do not have to sleep on a park bench. I'm human resource, bartered, and scheduled sometime spit if the return on investment is no longer correct.
Thusly I mourn the sky, and I realized: This train runs me to a prison in which dies every day a piece of me. Time for a Escape plan ...
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