The city street is a characteristic showplace of such illusory life. People cross it as accident will, brush each other and part without a word of greeting. No meeting of souls transpires, no meaningful and enduring connection binds and unites, nothing tragic happens between them, which would require as a prerequisite a real relationship and actual decisions based on it. Just figures collide, events occur, and circumstance blindly follows circumstance; all that without continuity and succession, a ghostly, unreal together of unreal people, which is unable to fill the emptily flowing time.” - Siegfried Kracauer
Suicide. When you know. You mean well. But not if I have to offer. Give it back. It’s a joke you can sell. But I still have to laugh.
