I was walking down the streets and it dawn upon me that I was walking too fast. I told myself, "Hey, slow down. What's the hurry? Stop and smell the roses." So, then I froze, rooted to the ground, take a look around, wanting to find the beauty in everyday life.

But I can't.

Life is shitty, hard as I try to appreciate.

I hurried on , in search of roses ahead.

(monotone have been living in hope of the future since 1982)