The Bus to Piracicaba

The bus to Piracicaba was 1,5 hours late and I could read all the book "O Estrangeiro", of Albert Camus, in the 5 hours of wait-and-travel. The title of the book was strangely coincident with something romanish and this something took my concentration away several times. But all that there was was silence and conditional thoughts...

Anyway, as the book would have said, in its nihilistic way, about this situation: the choice doesn´t matter...  Posted at 11:53