To Myself
To Myself

Summary/Abstract: We sit at the terrace of our only and dearest bar at the town quay, our back toward a loud table at which arrangements are made about the masks and scenarios that should definitely be shown at the carnival, we learn firsthand what we missed last year because once again we were preoccupied with ourselves, politicians and rich men undress in front of us and run around in their undies, dirty at that, everyone is called out for and reminded of what they’ve forgotten, just for the sake of it, to make it clear that some haven’t!

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