I always look back at those days, the days of our transformation. I observe the changing leaves of trees to count seasons and years. In the past, I counted infinity. Now I know there are limits for everybody. I enjoy the smells and tastes of the foods of the world. In my library, I look at the book’s subscription with care and put...
We searched for months to learn that time was to blame for many broken hearts. I found Mathew, an adult with family and children, begging me to go away and make him forget. ‘I was so young back then, I made a mistake.’, I watched him close the door to me and our love as if he was ashamed of the past and...
I admit it was my mistake. I trusted the wrong person. I was too confident in the charm we used for decades to persuade those around us. Two hundred years of experience wasn’t enough to misjudge the character. I gave us to him like dinner on a plate: ready to be consumed. I’m not sure how he organized everything, but during months of...
Sometimes you can be with someone for years and fail to build a lasting relationship. The configuration of similarities and preferences prolongs the mutual fascination but it’s not enough to picture a lifetime together. And then you meet the right person with whom everything clicks. You can get married on the day you meet. You are a perfect match, two halves of the...
I remember the night I visited the asylum again. It remained a devastated ruin of our previous glory. There was nothing left except for metal chandeliers, bed frames, some door knobs and old medical equipment used in times we entered it for the first time. There was nothing which signified all these years. Nothing which would be a proof of these thousands of...
Apparently, jealousy has an ability to work on the same conditions as the infamous saying out of sight out of mind. When Bob, Rob, and Kit lived in the asylum, they didn’t really care what their women were doing with their time and they didn’t want to know. But once they started sharing with them their places of habitation, things changed. I’m not...
Our lives changed. We spent time online far more often than we did conversing in our asylum’s living room, listening to the sounds of the piano, admiring the same paintings and playing fancy-dress parties according to the epoch we picked in the bowl of years. We didn’t dwell on the past so much. We tried to embrace the now. In the small space...
