Solemn prayers for the passer by. They are stranded. Strange city of artlike embarrassing of lonely Troubadour. I loved the way of being with for the other. Self negotiated as the loner. Topsy turvy reckoning of withering away of sludgy democrats. City, the arty affair in-itself. The great phantasmagoria, the

Who doesn’t love to be an outsider among the many idiosyncratic whole. The whole evolves through the outside. I played it more than millions. Ad jockeying through the bon jour street, morning to evening. Solipcisistic curves prove the point of non-merging of self with the other. Raven down the speedy

I Me getting lost in the sea? Unaccountable sincerity for elliptical nervous system , when and how of mankind! Philosophy opened the galaxy. Object out there is visible to the core of my ear sensitivity. Without me, it is also there. Laying upperfold inbetween. Philosophy offers a glimpse of this