What an Awful Name for a City

It has been ages since i saw happy people. Maybe i am blinded. I see laughter, joy, or success. But i dont think i see any shiny happy people around. I see some people getting some satisfaction but again i dont think this is happiness. Trying to satisfy oneself is like going into a war, even the winners would loose. It is in some sense wrong at the begining. It is inevitable, i do accept, though. Since ego is like a rechargeable battery for a soul.

A few hours ago heading to cinematheque, i was at the bus, listening to the Tindersticks, passing through empty, deserted streets. The caterpillar's grab like a modern sculpture left on the pavement, behind an empty green field lied till the brick walls of an abondoned factory. Grey shade of February 6 pm was falling over all that. Maybe because of the unpleasant name they call it, or maybe it was because no one loved it really. Somehow she ended up in this transparent pale grey cover. Now, no one notices her unless fallen into it. "Watch out Cleveland."