-That was last year,
this day. Do you remember how hard it was raining?
- Yeah, and we came home
so late. That was a fantastic, funny day.
- Oh, look at this photo
!
-No, that’s not a good one,
delete it.
Colors, scenes, faces of
known and unknown people, inertia, weather, words, unpredictable and the same time very
expected events, I remember…
We walk, then we move faster, then we start running,
sometimes we hurry, but where do we hurry? Dreams,
goals, behind the future. Sometimes the dream becomes a goal, and sometimes the
opposite. Maybe you don't admit, but I know. Sometimes we think so much about
our future, our plans, that we move to another place, another region, and
sometimes we miss. Once again, we brows the pictures, chat, or maybe
think alone and move to another region, but this time it's old and real.
-This week are
Sebastatsi’s days.
- Yes, that was last
year the same time, but this year we are already graduates.
Last year?... How much has
changed? The same faces, the same days, but something is different. We have
changed, look, type, situation, year, everything is always different. We get up
and start running very fast, but we forget to walk quietly, and that's why
we're back, the same way is in sports. We are sitting on the path of the past
and the future so often that the moment passes like a metro. Metro, camera,
voices, colors, cold wind, November 8, I remember. What am I writing? Just a
word in my text and again the past. But after losing the present, we want to go
back again, but why, do we miss, do we wait ? Maybe ...
"Now I'm going to
wrap it up, get dressed and go out, I'll be there at 18:00." Forgetting
about my text again, I run into my mind. We all are hiding, want to show that
we walk in time, but if you want to know the reality, we're trying. It is human
psychology, our subconsciousness, that’s we in the midst of time and space.