play the second note gently
I tend to stare up at popcorn ceilings or down at patterned floors and find faces in the swirls and textures of paint, tile, stucco, whatever. I stare at them for a long time and try to set their features. Then, I look away for 15 seconds. When I look back I try to see if I can find their faces again. Usually, I can't, and it makes me feel like a bad person for losing these people so easily.
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This is really beautiful. Maybe the paint, tile, stucco, whatever encapsulates a small crowd of faces, and they just step back, letting another emerge...
i haven't done that for a long time. i remember the first time my old roommate walked in on me while i was staring at the texture on the wall, looking for familiar patters and objects. the stereo on full blast. he looked at me. then look at the wall. than looked back at me. it told him to not to bother.
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