A man who believes in the importance of return
There is some defect, maybe in the details, in the clothes I wear, the music I play, and those buildings which I love. There is some defect. It circles between my neglected notebooks, between my scattered pictures or mirrors as I pass by.
There must be some defect and it is not in the boy, I like, or that woman I am jealous of. I just don’t resemble my city.
Yes, excuse me, I am sorry I was not paying attention. May I have a seat here? My ticket permits for two more passengers to accompany me… Hahaha. This guy doesn’t believe in the importance of return.
He is not talking to me right now, but he is looking carefully sometimes and sometimes with indifference. My lover too, and this could be included under the methods of crime and punishment, in a simplified way of course. Yesterday afternoon, when the controller got on the bus and asked everyone to show their tickets, I didn’t have one so she gave me a sixty euro fine. I had to accept it with a pale smile, but I started to cry. This is of course a childish reaction but I was aware then that I don’t want him, because he is as mean as this controller. He doesn’t have the time and the money to bear mistakes, and that is why he follows this method of rapid education, because extensive experiencing requires a new life, a new lover and new children.
In this life, with him, I will always fear mistakes, but I won’t love him. Even though I tried. I went to pay the fine directly and went back home to rest so I can still go about my day as planned with a dance party. But I didn’t feel joy when I danced and on my way back, It occured to me that I had mindlessly lost my headphones because I have a temporary weak memory like that of children and the way back was really long.
Excuse me, do you want to check the tickets? No? Do you need money to buy a ticket? I can give some if you want to, because my decision yesterday was strict by leaving childhood and since my choice between kindness and baseness is difficult while none of the two characters was in my nature, I decided to play and that is how I get what I want without losing respect for myself.
However, there is a paraplegic sitting on the right side of the train trying to be a little bit closer to the window. I was stolen from the time while watching him. Patients have different frequent from us and their hours slows down in monotonous continuity. I have to act perfectly normal.
I don’t prefer to drink coffee in the morning. I like to have something cold.
Well, three months ago, on my visit to Damascus I would go to the man I love, knock on his door and ask him, to marry me. I know if he refused that’s because he doesn’t know me very well, I mean he should have given me a chance to talk to him about myself, that I am a miserable person and threatened at any time with cancer. I think this is one more reason to reject me, but I won’t respect him then if he does. Disasters can happen to anyone, as well as diseases.
I had to number my thoughts so I don’t get mixed up.
For now, I won’t admit my love to him and If he was really interested, he would have talked to me.
I will travel next week to Seville. I really need to see the sun. Well, to accept this random transition, I had to promise myself to return or to travel through cities, so that the act does not seem absurd.
Trains here are like homes or furnished rooms, also their windows turns into mirrors at night. I will not go to the institute today. I will sit on the station’s stairs to disturb the walkers and I will remove a child from a swing. I will buy new kind of candy, new clothes too. I can learn to make bread at home or study physical chemistry. I will look for a job that doesn’t require experience. This young man smiles at me. I will smile too. No I will turn my face. In the end I can accept someone who doesn’t read but not who has a bad taste in movies.