Old, Old Boys
Old, Old Boys

Summary/Abstract: You meet them on benches in the shade, playing chess or cards. A metal radio screeching nearby and the news on Radio One. Later on they hook their plastic sacks, green and red, on their fingers and haul them around the street, waiting at crossings, feeding pigeons, such things. They seem lost although they step straight forward. It has something to do with the excess of time, it’s something about the excess of time and the days that slowly pass by.

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