The bookrack was looming menacingly behind him. He always had a premonition that one day it will crush him to death. Just like the ant he crushed between the yellowing pages of Das Capital. He heard a creak when he replaced a book the other day. He looked at the book he was going to replace, Charles Darwin - The theory of evolution. My evolution might stop right now, that was the thought he had on his mind when rack collapsed.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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