i have been enjoying my weekly or mid-week trips to koln, lately. in fact, in has almost become a routine these past few corona months – slow nights with some company and randomly-assembled collage of music, occasionally sprinkled with bits of conversation over pizza and drinks. i am a hot water drinker these days, and would prefer to sit in a corner, blanketed, and ignore the stream of voices and take in the mood. very sparingly, i would chip in, but mostly i stay quiet and listen to the back and forth that goes on for hours without much effort from both v and s – they complement each other quite well.
in the train earlier – an old friend told me an old teacher ‘misses’ me. i see myself manifested as a facebook post, as a bit of conversation between two characters. as a story that ends well. i had completely forgotten about her – and she resurfaces like an afterthought – this image that you may leave an impression on others not quite the same as the other on you. a fleeting image – a two minute reflection – nonetheless, it is quite startling to see yourself reduced to a commentary. a footnote in another’s life.
andrea says i should write more, but i will not give her the pleasure. things come when they need to – everything else is just fluff.
perkaraperkara 