Today I may have come across as a complete alien to regular people on the street, most of them going home after work or school, probably. I bet it is sort of not-so-frequent to see someone staring at buildings and train rails for more than 2 minutes.
I also must have walked like 10.000 km today. I shit you not.
I’m such a nostalgic psycho today.
But something other than buildings and train rails caught my attention. There was an amazing graffiti on a wall on those ancient forgotten streets downtown. I cannot describe the image and feel bad that I didn’t have my camera on me at the moment, but the phrase under it instantly made my day:
True kings are always toys.
(not sure what it means though. I’m too tired).