Nothing too serious, just a flash piece:
A man looks outside and thinks: “This street is dirty, and how repulsive are the expressions of the passers-by. No sense of unity in their crooked movements and sideways furtive stares; they might as well have been crude antagonism personified”. To such a man normalcy is already unbearable and so he does not sense that things can get worse. And if, in a flash, the furtive stare would change to raised hand, and the street’s corruption would acquire a crimson tint, it’s a superfluous danger, like a shark approaching one about to drown.
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