Diary 33242.

Feels like the last day of summer
my friend is leaving the city

a new message from an old person popped up
from the ancient almost gone
memories
not found but a mere laughter

Then a car ran over
me my friend told me it was the holiday of the ghost
who pushed or dragged me back to the sidewalk
between the proximity of one
and zero

tall buildings closed up the lights
and they build
the built
of this summer city of the second sight