A wheel is fallen down.

It seems like this wood cart was crumbling...like it was breaking to pieces...more and more...
Life of a cart is marked too. So many people go on it...

But his wood is wearing out...

And you see the first sign of it: his wheel.

A wheel so full of meaning. A wheel turns on, for everyone.

The cart knows people better then everyone else: it took smiles, cries, sighs, melancholies.

It took my melancholy.

It knows hypocrisy, wisdom, sincerity, pains...it knows everything of everyone.

It would walk again...despite of all...

...but he wispers in my ear: "I'm tired"...

...and I wisper to it: "Me too".