Add to this (so as not to clash with the national situation) corruption on a global scale, as demoralizing as it is ubiquitous, and you will begin to experience a feeling of almost existential orphanhood, all of which is nothing more than the symptom of such a rational system – paradoxically rational–like this one. And, well, if this is rational, it would be better to be crazy. If not, let us remember the good Vincent Van Gogh , one of the victims of a system that was already germinating in his time.
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And meanwhile, we continue in the same situation. Nothing has chang since I start putting together this text. We continue waiting twenty minutes or even half an hour for the bus to pick us up, after b2b leads watching, one more day, with a resign air, how two, three, four empty buses drive away. And these minutes, of course, are add to the other twenty or thirty that on average a passenger waits for the feer bus that he must board, before, on the avenue, to get to this station, to stop and pick him up, after seeing –yes, again, and in the same way– how two, three, four buses also pass by.
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Meanwhile – also – I continue writing this text, accumulating fragments on my phone during the wait (and then assembling them on my old computer, which plann obsolescence Phone Number BL is already urging me to replace), thinking about how useless it will be, thinking that this will not It makes sense, thinking, in short, that this neglect post will be of no use to even try to change this nightmare of buses and profits, but also of state corruption and moral crisis. As someone said: if Kafka had been born in Peru, he would be a costumbrista writer.