Fiction Fiction Fiction

28 Feb

Here goes my first day of writing fiction.

Routine. Routine. Everyone has a routine don’t you know. Some of us sell flowers in the streets of London and others of us live in America and go to school each and every day in hopes that it will lead us to a place where we can make the most of ourselves. College is what we strive for. I’m not saying anything about the people of London, for they are smart too. Everyone is smart. Some people more than others .But i as a young person i know not who those :”smarter people are”. Tell me. Are you smart? I feel as if i am smart. I am sitting here in this town full of robots i think to myself, who is smarter them or i? I have a brain and skin and i feel touch but they, they know everything. Who is smarter they or i? How do i know if i’m even living at all. For all i know i’m just a piece of fiction.

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Posted by on February 28, 2011 in Uncategorized


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