domingo, 6 de agosto de 2017

22-01-17

Then she put off the cigarette, and her hand brushed the lamp. That was the first time she became aware of the warmness of that light. Without giving much importance to the matter, she returned her eyes to the book in her hands.
Latter she would forget this and then when her hand touched again the amber glass of the lamp she would become aware of the warmness again. This would happen countless times, even if she wrote of this event. This would always be forgotten.
The warmness of the light is a phenomenon usually and easily forgotten, the brain just dismisses the knowledge by obviousness.

When she decided it was time to sleep (and instead turn her eyes and attention to her cellphone) when this happens, she remembered for the last time the warmness of the light besides her, as she turned off the lamp.  The event slipping off her consciousness as the electricity abandoned the filaments of the lightbulb.

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07-09-2018

I feel bitter I feel like a dirty old rag that only bickers I should get that whiskey to feel as shitty as I deserve