She was sited in the same cozy corner as she used to do for the last hours, memories still unclear and mixed regarding all about those confusing recent times...
He interrupted her suddenly with another of those philosophical riddles that he loved so much and that she appreciated from time to time, although not sure if now she was able to force her mind into another set of deep thoughts...
Anyway, without even asking her for her opinion, he started with the next sentence: " the south corean philosopher said that the world is becoming a place where people are becoming rather similar to each other, where space for being different in many aspects is becoming each time more restricted and that this way of no differences is leading everything to self-destruction"
Those words, spelled in the air like a white feather falling down, catched her attention, she wouldn't consider herself too knowledgeable in those matters but there was something about those words that contained certain truth, some inner knowledge that she felt not now, but many times before and in many different circumstances.
-Is all these true or you just made it up now to put my brain to think? - she asked
-All this is completely true, at least is my interpretation of what I read from this guy. - he replied
-And why are you telling me all this, and why today?
-Because maybe this is the reason why we started to share everything, this is our way to fight against the way the world is becoming, do you remember that thought that we are not people from this time?
Suddenly she reminded that specific day, cold wind blowing on her face, the certainty that she knew that she was not from this time, the shock of hearing that out of the blue, like if he would be equipped with a sort of mind-reader device.
-This is the last day of the year, can we just stop thinking about this for god sake?
-I´m OK, no problem. And he just moved to another room to start to prepare himself.
Nevertheless, between thoughts of a new year and good plans, that idea just installed there, in her mind, not like an external idea, but more of a confirmation of something that she felt.
The world is turning itself into self-destruction, but each day with each new song that we discover, the sincere midnight confessions, those looks where no words are needed, that was their daily battle, their constant rebel against the plain and uncompromised side of the world, and that idea flourished that beautiful smile that he always loved to see on her.
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