Friday, July 24, 2009

She looked beside her, at the back seat of the taxi, and she saw it so empty... She remembered him... How he sat there near her, with his thoughts. He's never been affectionate when they were in the taxi, but he was there...
She turned her eyes. For a bit. She turned back to her left. Never had that seat seemed so empty to her. And she had ridden many times alone in the taxi. Never had that seat seemed so clearly delimited, that seat on her left, in the back of the car.
"What kind of car could it be?..."
She looked out "his" window, in front, out her window... Everything was moving in a certain slow motion, like in a 2046. Including her... When she was playing simulating biting her nails, with her lost look... foggy... far away. Lost in the trees outside...
It's useless.