I realized the value of automatic writing yesterday while I was waiting on the street Gran Via metro. Chirping wagons over the tracks. The mucheumbre pouncing for the single seat free of the convoy. A woman insulting a teenager when it refuses to cede its seat. I could stand standing up to my stop. I began to ruminate. I thought at the time that it had taken to build the entire transportation network, in the hours used to place each beam.
I thought the beams would come in a yellow truck, because the color made me grace. That truck would come from Caceres, because me to grace the city’s name. The Mayor would be called Carlos, and was not a native of Cadiz, but of a small village in the South of galicia called Tui. I lived in a two story house with his sister and his mother. His father had died in the civil war. The stop had passed me. He had pulled the time linking a string of allu concepts and would have to change trains and return back.
Invested or spent in travel time is too much. Takes advantage it of people sleeping, reading, but at the end isn’t nothing more than a mere trance that he intends to shorten through other activities. Useless in its concept, but at the end and after activities. The time that is lost making journeys, wasting seconds by the mere fact of moving from one place to another is too much, repeat, although I am sure that the majority of the population pays no attention to the reality of this fact. Estaria well suppress violence of the movement for some time, to test. It would be funny to see how people pull the time in another way, to realize that surplus them. Original author and source of the article.