Five minutes at the table

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 18:39:47 +0000

It’s very flat here, where I am. The surface is hard and rather dull. The light not very good either. Sometimes people sit down here and they talk about work, their families and friends. The latest parties, someone who got married, how bad the food is in the restaurant downstairs. But it doesn’t bother me so much. It can be interesting to hear all these stories. What makes me feel lonely is that no one ever notices me. Maybe it’s the darkness in here. Which is strange, because I can see a light button over there. Guess people like the darkness. For hours it’s empty, people only come here every now and then. To make time go faster I usually imagine myself in a better place. Where I can be seen and where they can touch me. Feel the structure, the fibers and all that I contain. To be honest, it’s not clear yet what is so important about me, but the few times anyone notices me they talk about me with very flattering words. “Brilliant” and “piece of art” and “have you seen this? really good!”. It will take a long, long time to find out what is good about me. Cannot even remember where I come from. It must have been twenty or maybe forty years. But I am sure, as soon as I get out of this dark room, they will say I am the one they have been waiting for. Now, I will go back to contemplate the darkness and watch the rain outside.

Hypnagogia » loneliness

Five minutes at the table