Killing point

Newspapers are grim things. There's a cluster of scary stories in today's. It's absurd to think that you could leave home today and be shot dead by a stranger who can't deal with the traffic or the heat or the singing in the trains. And frightening because it could happen. When did we begin to crawl over the edge? Nobody deserves to die like that. But nobody deserves to have to kill like that either. I'm sure some of the murderers used to be nice people. I'm sure they still are. I really think the heat gets to you..one minute of madness and things are gone for good..

Ah Meursault you lurk in every single one of us. And the city's a simmering oven incubating your traces..
I don't know what the perfect city is like. But it's not like this. 
Look how we're made to live each day..I think we're all allowed to break sometimes. And it's frightening how the splinters wipe other people out.

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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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