People are hanging about the town. Some of them have a clear destination, some knock about without a clue. The usual hastle and bustle is all around. But no labirynth is inescapable. For some, there is no time to be lost, others do not know what to do with it. I miss the sound of the very last train, bound for the one of far places. Because streets, roads and all possible ins and outs before and after this moment are completely different.
I would like to catch this moment of transformation.
upd.:
Это намек, что мне все же придеться его прочесть?