Tetyana Kasima

Uksi linnas

 

 

You are probably not going to read this story if it is a blank page, can one actually read a blank page? Whenever a blank page is staring at me I cannot hold its stare,  I feel like looking away or writing something on it, so it does not stare at me with its blank challenging intensity. 

 

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Cleaning autumn leaves is like cleaning after the party - summer garden party;  colorful straws, popped balloons, plastic packaging, cups, knives, glitters from summer dresses, a bow tie from someone's fancy party costume. A lot of summer colours mixed with autumn background radiate energy somewhat unknown  to me, unexplored, a bit unreal. 

 

I look around and see only trees, shedding their colorful leaves on the ground, they have been doing it for years, party all summer long and then take off their clothes and throw them around, not that it does not look beautiful, it is a party of its own. A burlesque where you have only 5 minutes to change between the shows, a concert where you play different instruments, a multitasking job. it is like traveling, like writing an exam. How come autumn can be compared to everything?! There is something so eternal and basic in it that all activities have. Thinking more so. Thoughts have this peculiarity of coming together, in groups, in pairs, through associations. Being alone in the city is not truly alone after all.

 

I have trouble following receipies when I cook and I cannot read comic books. In my next life I am going to be a mountain, in my previous life and 6 lives before I was a cat. I do not like to be in someone else's shoes even if they are made of crystal.  Red is my favorite colour and I believe wolves are friendly.

 

I look at the city and the city looks back, if I ask,it will answer, if I am lost, it will help me to find myself. Aren't these good reassuring thoughts?! Doesn't it make you feel like a part of the ball where being you is an invitation, where walking alone in the city does not mean you are lonely, where meeting strangers is meeting friends, where autumn looks never ending. It is funny how after -the - party can become an after party, that's a good thought indeed!

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 11/26/2011.

 

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