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I
like observing people; one day, I was driving round
a roundabout and my inclination led me to trying to
decipher my fellow creatures' faces. All the others
showed anxiety on their faces. At least the drivers
had the excuse of being driving, but what about the
passengers, who had no apparent reason to be anxious?
I used two alcoholics and the excuse of the empty bottle
to really create anxiety about tomorrow, which I had
guessed through my first observation.
The characters are so negative that I painted the changing
of colours of the light when it flies above their auras.
It has been a long time since they have given up talking
to each other. They will launch into tomorrow with no
illusion. They are sitting at the end of the farm's
table, they are standing at the end of the path; will
they take it?
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