Our life is ordinary,
I read in a crumpled paper
abandoned on a bench.
Our life is ordinary,
the philosophers told me.


Ordinary Life, Adam Zagajewski (November 26, 2007). Ordinary Life. The New Yorker. Retrieved on September 11, 2011.


Our life is ordinary, I read in a crumpled paper abandoned on a bench. Our life is ordinary, the philosophers told me.

Our life is ordinary, I read in a crumpled paper abandoned on a bench. Our life is ordinary, the philosophers told me.

Our life is ordinary, I read in a crumpled paper abandoned on a bench. Our life is ordinary, the philosophers told me.

Our life is ordinary, I read in a crumpled paper abandoned on a bench. Our life is ordinary, the philosophers told me.