The work of a moment

How things seem is only how things seem

M was walking along thinking about himself. He walked among streams of people in the crowded lunchtime streets of the city. The people streamed like M’s thoughts, fast and nasty, rushing to get ahead of each other. M sensed too many people, each one a selfish shit, in numbers that made the thought processes of any one of them seem absurdly insignificant. This thought crossed M’s mind, just one of his angry thoughts.

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