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...
They say misfortunes come in pairs. They usually come in avalanches, snowballing into a disaster that destroys everything along the way. I don’t know how it happened. Was it an act of revenge by someone who had been observing us for years? Was it faulty wiring? A candle left by someone by mistake? A forgotten cigarette smoldering nearby the flammable piece of fabric?...
