Today I did not want to go out, too gray, too dark, too sad.

Instead I have to leave, go, walk, climb down.

outside is gray, no color can emerge, Gray also the window of the gray that it usually enters the lungs

out already beginning preparations for Christmas, cargo vans whizzing to deliver their goods, goods that do not know if anyone will buy …

everything is mixed fast in this gray, everything disappears in the light that there is, even today there is no light.

a flat sky, gray too, interrupted only by another gray, one of the buildings, they too full of that gray that enters the lungs.

we go, we go home, out here there’s nothing to see.