
"I like these cold, gray winter days."
"Days like these let you savor a bad mood."
Strangers passing in the street, by chance, two separate glances meet,
and I am you and what I see is me
"Why do I have to wear these dorky clothes and get my hair combed?!"
"Ready? Ok, give me a nice smile."
"I don't have much film left. So stop making faces when I take the picture, or your name's mud."