September 18, 2015 § Leave a comment
The Anatomy of a Trader– Part II
“I glance out of at the street, where men walk around with their umbrellas up, guarding against a chance of drizzle and the blackening sky’s lit by globes of lamplight, it makes the evening vague and dark and not a little sad. Seeing this gloom my mind is truculent. Like days, nights, are sucked up into a void and I feel there’s a gaping hole inside. It seems to me like something’s missing.”
So far the comments on this have been unashamedly homogeneous. Thank you. Nothing pleases me. Except more.