"As soon as he got out of the car, he noticed that uneasy feeling.

By then the subject of regret had alredy started to arise. It was not that he really felt it, it was just he was wondering if it must be that way. He just wanted to know why some of them said that life is unreal and that whether the earthly present matters in light of the knowledge of a celestial future, if the judge is taken so seriously and personifies the image of Gods. So real the hipocrecy.
He just wanted to why this values didn't rip his mind. He just felt the absence of nostalgia and with it a life out of sense.

Any way, he had to move on. Walk as far as the lift, wait some minutes, get in and see the void, get out and plunge with agility and decision into the crowd, relax, feel ownes of the moment. That's all, the initial step, and again, the system begin to operate on it's own. The crowd torrent moves vertiginous from everywhere.
The worship of darkly liquids for, by dint of irony, clears up the mind. Overlook and lie to ourselves. The shelves replace in silence the wild of the world, look at me, touch me, buy me. The life of the absurd continues it comedy the hope is forgotten.
In order of what if everyone say us that everything is ok, everything is getting better, isn't it? It is no more needed big steps since there are no rungs to climb; big humans are no longer needed 'cause there are no obstacles to batter down... big minds are no longer needed since everything is ok, since there are no problems in the world, everything is the same and so it will continue. There arent heroes any more, there arent bigs men any more. The big stories are joins of the past. The sadness, the amnesia. This is the real world, of injustice and inequality, ignorance and impunity.
This is the glint of a happy world, everytime more constant, everytime more like me... or He?"

David