Repair

Oh my that was wordy. Visiting Auschwitz and comparing the “many silent space” to “school in summer” ; commenting on a blue-haired woman who farted on him at the doctor's waiting room, and imagining gases becoming colorfully visible ; being jealous of a couple who is dancing in front of him ; complaining of a person talking on the phone while the train is stopped, and contemplating the beauty of an hare ; a description of life under an igloo as to enter this collection of poems... A feeling of pathos and bitterness to the world in general. I wish more diverse and talented poets would get the Pulitzer instead.