Once, I imagined myself a philosopher of modern times,sitting on a park bench, thinking about a question."Is it better to be nobody, I pondered, and help somebody,than to be somebody and help nobody?"A smirk climbed onto my face, and I could feela bleached beard grow with unfaltering wisdom.Nobody and somebody, their meanings alteringin different lines, similarly to the meaning ofmy own life, changing from year to year.Wow, I'm good.
Published on December 08, 2017 14:57