Senselessness by Horacio Castellanos Moya

" from there I decided to continue walking down Sexta Avenida under the splendid morning sunshine, not allowing the bad smells and the garbage in the street to soil my soul, content to think no passerby or street vendor could intuit my thoughts, walking in the direction of the restaurant of the Hotel de Centro, where the buffet of local cuisine would be my Sunday breakfast throughout my stay in that city, at a time of day when only the disturbance came from a marimba that at regular intervals attacked the clientele, but such disturbances were a plague common to all restaurants. Life is marvelous, I exclaimed to myself..."