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and sometimes as garbage trucks.  you triedSpam what a shame.The Flash by Italo Calvino It happened one day, at a crossroads, in the middle of a crowd, people coming and going.
       I stopped, blinked: suddently I understood nothing. Nothing, nothing about anything: I did not understand the reasons for things or for people, it was all senseless, absurd. I laughed.
       What I found strange at the time was that I had never realized before; that up until then I had accepted everything: traffic lights, cars, posters, uniforms, monuments, things completely detached from any sense of the world, accepted them as if there were some necessity, some chain of cause and effect that bound them together.
       Then my laugh died. I blushed, ashamed. I waved to get people's attention. ''Stop a moment!'' I shouted, ''there is something wrong! Everything is wrong! We are doing the absurdest things. This cannot be the right way. Where can it end?''old times I used to love this site, haven't looked it up in years, it feels good to have found it again