The excess supply is causing a movement of defectors in the field of decision. You can’t do it anymore. There are people in radical retreat. Decide everything yourself, says a colleague with whom I am preparing a work trip. He abandons me in front of five airlines, four trains, more than 500 hotels, thousands of restaurants, with all the combinations. Then there is the problem of leisure. People who run and who, in addition to competing every day even with their shadow, have to have fun because it’s idiotic not to do so with an infinite variety of amusements and pleasures. Enjoy it, they tell you glassy-eyed waiters when they serve you a pasta. Either you enjoy it or you’re useless.
The woman with the scarf on her head, at the door of the supermarket, does not decide anything. One day he drops a banana, another four coins. Although there are almost no coins anymore. The woman in the handkerchief could bite my Visa, rightly so. Instead, smile. Sometimes I give him apples. Maybe I give him apples so he can eat something healthy. I don’t know what I think about this idea. Not what I feel. I give them to them, I follow my path and I love myself more than not knowing what I feel.
Four people want to go to dinner after a concert. We listened to Beethoven’s Ninth conscientiously. Stalled at a traffic light, no one wants to decide on a restaurant. general abandonment The hymn of joy echoing in the head. You can have dinner here in front, although it seems expensive, or at one recommended, but you have to walk a lot, or at another that you have to take a taxi and there might be a traffic jam. The traffic light turns green and we don’t move forward. A man asks us for coins or food. Once again the problem of coins, misery does not fit the dataphone. I remember the banana I have in my bag and offer it to her. The man takes another banana out of his pocket and shows it to me. They are two bananas so similar they could be the same. Enough bananas, please, everyone gives me bananas, I can’t take any more, he says. And he leaves. I chase him with a cookie that I also found in the bag, I think he grabs it to leave him alone. Too many things in the big city.
At the concert, on the other hand, everything went smoothly. The world was in the hands of the conductor. The meaning of those 60 minutes of our lives was decided by Beethoven, note by note, 200 years ago. Thank you dear. But now what
