Epiphany - PrologueWhat if I say I'm not like the others?
The spare keys are in the usal place. I'm not. I climb the stairs, opening a door that's no longer mine. Inside there's fultiness. Evening filters through the half-closed blinds, discovering blank walls and empty furniture. I want to turn on the light, ma there's no power, it's disconnected. There are only plates and pots, no food. I open the tap, the water that flows is brown. I close the tap, disgusted. I'm going to cry, but I'm not doing it now. I open the tap again, waiting for the water to return normal, I'm so thirsty.
What if I say I will never surrender?
I grab my backpack, it's heavy, and I bring it in a bedroom that's no longer mine. There is only the mattress on the bed, there are not blankets, there are no pillows. Next to the bed, just cardboard boxes ready to be taken away. My computer isn't here anymore. Did you know what can happen if you put your wet swimsuit together with your clothes into a closed bag? Well, I need a washer. Nob
Tonight.Things change, someone said that it can't rain forever.
We don't want to be someone, we don't want to change.
We want to be different.
I think that even if it will rain forever, we will not care.
I think we will flee, we don't care if the problems will kill us because they will find us anyway. It's just a matter of time.
The remaining time, we want to continue chasing it hastily, panting. The short time, the tiny and fast time, it doesn't want to give us more.
We don't want a dialogue, you are free to get out of my way annoyed, but we are everywhere. Like the problems, like the time, they aren't someone.
Looking at the future or looking at the past, it's the same. Everywhere and anywhere, forever and never.
There are those times when we count nothing, really, while we wonder what are we still rotting here. And so we want to scream our contempt, shouting that we are here, knowing that it would be useless. When we ask ourselves who we are, what is our task in this world, when we wonde