For a Sunday Afternoon

Somewhere somehow progress carries on at its unstoppable speed.
Living in the big city is fun, if you only come out at night. During the day you breed oxygen at high temperature and you wonder if what you are breeding is actually oxygen or not.
Let's all go to the garden at the end of the day play with friends drink beer and make a general fool out of yourself. And why, because today life is light hearted and one feels compelled to write light hearted things like this. No meaning whatsoever.