''There are cars, they pass like ghosts, unseen unremembered, there are people, whom we trust, always, when we are alone, when we are lost, when we are drunk. We never see their faces but everyday we dissapear into thier cars."
Who do we trust even if we dont know them....who passes unnoticed, wherever they go....who hunts in the middle of the crowd.
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