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There Is No Bleaker Moment in the Life of the City Than That One Which Crosses the Boundary Lines Between Those Who Have Not Slept All Night and Those Who Are Going to Work

- manda - Monday, February 3rd, 2003 : goo

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there is no bleaker moment in the life of the city than that one which crosses the boundary lines between those who have not slept all night and those who are going to work. it was for sabina as if two races of men and women lived on earth, the night people and the day people, never meeting face to face except at this moment. whatever sabina had worn which seemed to glitter during the night, lost its colors in the dawn. the determined expressions of those going to work appeared to her like a reproach. her fatigue was not like theirs. hers marked her face like a long fever, left purple shadows under her eyes. she wanted to conceal her face from them. the mood of lostness persisted.

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joyrider: 20th May 2003 - 11:54 GMT

at 5:55am, still up, watching the commuters go by. poignant is the word, i think.

Peter: watching. thats my hobby.

SCAM28: 16th Mar 2007 - 18:48 GMT

Shit...good thing I don't live in America's Meth-Kitchen anymore (i.e. New Mexico)...let's just say I know all too well what's being talked about here...

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