Already thinking in the morning routine. Too early to go to work, anyway. The devil out there standing close to all the prohibitions. Inspecting all the nonsense. But even though I'm having fun. If I look closer I'm having real fun. Into dust, into heat. As hot as this can get. I don't want to hurt myself. I don't know nothing about everybody else. The line of pollution in the horizon increasing every day. I never open the window in the car, but I look left. And later in the street, if this is a street, all the dust dancing around me, covering all the others faces, leaving me smiling to myself.
