Today I saw a guy selling peacock feathers on the side of a street. They were long and colourful, and the guy sold them to passers-by in bundles of four or five. He was a bearded Asian man in his forties, I guess, well-dressed and clear-focused. He didn't look like he was too eager on selling his feathery goods, but he didn't seem to mind it, either. I wonder if local peacock feather salesman was his regular job. Not that there would be anything wrong with that, of course.
I also ask myself why I found it so odd. I mean, if it's a job, then it's just another job. And what's the difference, right? Peacock feathers, concert tickets or hot dogs, don't seem very different to me. But I bet he's one of those people who enjoy heavy rain, like street workers, or people who promote sunglasses. Or paper hats. These days have been on and off, I hope the guy doesn't work on commission. I can't imagine he would have too many costumers when it rains.
A new week has begun and I told myself this morning to make it a good seven days. I'm going to try and be as sportive as possible, but to be honest I don't to get my hopes too high. It's cold and wet, and as a skater that's a real turn-off. Other than that, I plan on watching a few old films I wanted to catch up on, and of course do some stuff for uni, get some reading done, perhaps pick a short story I want to translate for my masters thesis. The list is long, so I better get started.
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