Grey clouds clouded sun, preventing it from shining. It was about to start, again, just as it did almost all day.
Some call it summer, some prefer the name ruined summer weather.
Four people were seated in quite comfortable sofas, peering at the skies as in expecting it to go off right there and right at the time. Few droplets traveled down, but they did not bother them. The weather itself was boring, depressing, and totally unwanted.
Many other people rushed by, either eager to buy something in rather expensive shops, or just kill the time. It seemed like nobody was in the mood to spend some time out, in that repulsive weather.
''I feel like dying,'' moaned one of the four people that decided to sit down in the cafeteria.
''I don't feel like doing anything,'' moaned the other one and closed her eyes.
''This is the most boring, horrible weather I've ever seen,'' groaned the third one and caught some of the droplets running down her arm. ''I hate this climate. I wanna go back and never come back.''
''I totally agree. When I came back, I was depressed for about a month or so.''
''Yeah, me too. When I came back from Spain I was depressed, and then again when I came back from Florida. I don't know, it was like... Like I wanted to scream and run away and hitchhike somewhere far away.''
''Yes, exactly. I was always like, what the hell, where am I? One expects that when on holiday, things at home get solved. But then one comes and nothing is changed.''
''I wouldn't say changed exactly, but at least moved in some direction. But no. All is just like you left it. When on holiday, friends write you things like 'I miss you, we should hang out when you come back' or 'oooh, just come back home, we'll throw a party'. But what happens when you come back home? Nothing. And suddenly, nobody really cares about you.''
''Yep. And they're just as screwed up as when you left.''
Silence carried on for a few seconds.
''People are weird. Weird and screwed up.''
''I can't wait to go away from this place, to get some rest.''
''Just for a while? I wish I could leave. Far, far away. I don't feel like coming back.''
''I don't exactly hate this place, it's just...''
''It sucks.''
''I dunno. It gets on my nerves that everybody goes on how boring and terrific it is, but nobody does anything to change it. What about some cultural actions? It's not like we don't have place for them. There only aren't people who'd care about it. Take care of it.''
''Well, when they do, they don't really try to contact less popular and known bands. All they want is mainstream.''
''Nobody cares...''
''Yeah.''
Some call it summer, some prefer the name ruined summer weather.
Four people were seated in quite comfortable sofas, peering at the skies as in expecting it to go off right there and right at the time. Few droplets traveled down, but they did not bother them. The weather itself was boring, depressing, and totally unwanted.
Many other people rushed by, either eager to buy something in rather expensive shops, or just kill the time. It seemed like nobody was in the mood to spend some time out, in that repulsive weather.
''I feel like dying,'' moaned one of the four people that decided to sit down in the cafeteria.
''I don't feel like doing anything,'' moaned the other one and closed her eyes.
''This is the most boring, horrible weather I've ever seen,'' groaned the third one and caught some of the droplets running down her arm. ''I hate this climate. I wanna go back and never come back.''
''I totally agree. When I came back, I was depressed for about a month or so.''
''Yeah, me too. When I came back from Spain I was depressed, and then again when I came back from Florida. I don't know, it was like... Like I wanted to scream and run away and hitchhike somewhere far away.''
''Yes, exactly. I was always like, what the hell, where am I? One expects that when on holiday, things at home get solved. But then one comes and nothing is changed.''
''I wouldn't say changed exactly, but at least moved in some direction. But no. All is just like you left it. When on holiday, friends write you things like 'I miss you, we should hang out when you come back' or 'oooh, just come back home, we'll throw a party'. But what happens when you come back home? Nothing. And suddenly, nobody really cares about you.''
''Yep. And they're just as screwed up as when you left.''
Silence carried on for a few seconds.
''People are weird. Weird and screwed up.''
''I can't wait to go away from this place, to get some rest.''
''Just for a while? I wish I could leave. Far, far away. I don't feel like coming back.''
''I don't exactly hate this place, it's just...''
''It sucks.''
''I dunno. It gets on my nerves that everybody goes on how boring and terrific it is, but nobody does anything to change it. What about some cultural actions? It's not like we don't have place for them. There only aren't people who'd care about it. Take care of it.''
''Well, when they do, they don't really try to contact less popular and known bands. All they want is mainstream.''
''Nobody cares...''
''Yeah.''
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