Tuesday, 20 August 2013

Marmor

Saturday, more than one week ago

While the safest thing to do is nothing, the next to safest thing would be doing something everyone else does, which is next to nothing. I don't think it's a poem.
I was in all kinds of public transport, suffering from a massive emotional hangover.
I caused it myself, I guess.
Since I felt that that there was no one I could relate to or even communicate with at this time and space based situation, all means of modern technology included, I started to write. I thought of palaces and the combination of facial features that make me like someone; out of question that physicality does matter, one way or another. (As I used to say, you fall in love with the character.)
Only hours before had I looked upon and up to such a person, up close.