Oisín Vink.

Rookie (15-08-1988 / Dublin)

Helvetica

The snow always seemed to arrive at the wrong time,
During journeys on sidewalks or right before the last stop,
Where an old lady keenly eyes the occupied seats and grumbles about
Jesus or something.
One day it’s important to snap, or have some sort of nervous break down:
“F**k off you decrepit b**ch, I’m tired too”,
Whilst simultaneously realising everything around you is written in Helvetica –
Or a so called code of Capitalist tranquillity;
Adding an inviting annotation

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