stream of consciousness #3
oh, metro!
The metro, oh! The metro. What sweet stench of sulphur and piss and sewer of perfumes. The men wear what the French call l’eau de toilette, and when they pass you along the white linoleum—is it linoleum? Those shiny white walls? —when they pass you along the white linoleum corridors you can whiff the toilet water and the kiss that awaits on their lover’…
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