Maximus Criticus

Those who do not do anything, do not run the danger of doing something wrong....

We are a people with a dead soul, with no motivation to exist other than to get through life. A crowd of sheep just avoiding the slaughter line and happy to die a normal death. If one rises from among us and runs towards the fence, we just sit back, criticise her running style, and predict that she will fail... and when she does, we happily acknowledge the fact that she was doomed to fail. Of course, "we could have done better", but we never do, and delight in the failure of those who at least try. Decedance?

Overheard in London

Eavesdropping on unsuspecting victims in and around Covent Garden:

"I was lost in the tube on the way to see a friend, got out, looked for the bus, and I am on a completely wrong route, going the opposite direction of where I should have gone. Ironic thing was, we had lunch in the Geographic Society!!!"...

Coincidence my dear, that is coincidence.

"I talk to my mom everyday, sometimes for hours, but at least for half an hour. It calms me down"...

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The Breakfast Club

Couple, sitting together at the breakfast cafe. Holding hands across the table. Sign of affection? Reassurance of undying love? Confirmation that we are "together"?

The woman has a stamp on the back of her hand, and puffy eyes to prove the late night party/clubbing the night before.

Waiting for the traditional English breakfast, sipping on the fashionable Cappuccino and equally traditional tea (the woman... the sold keeper of old values? the stable rock of the family yet to come?).

Reading over the day old newspapers and magazines put there for lonely writers... holding hands across the table.

We are indeed together!