0131. november arrives; the chilly winds and the cold drizzles, the greyish gloomy weather, the dampened vibe of people on the streets, the volatile and tumbling economies...
but nothing beats the sight of resplendent christmas trees popping up like mushrooms after a shower to lighten up the downward spiralling moods.
i know it's still the penultimate month of the year, but nevertheless, merry-capitalistconsumerismexploitation-christmas in advance everyone. because when you start to hear the jingles and the carols, it's already far too late.
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