You commit a murder, but this doesn’t alter (the trivial) the eternal parking problem, the presence of the trivial, always soliciting attention. Flaubert, who climbed the Great Pyramid only to discover the card of a French polisher from Marseilles on the top,
Flaubert knew the indestructible irony that plays around life and death: he had seen his surgeon father park a cigar between the toes of a stiff.
You might place such observations under 'condescending hearlessness
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