We feed ourselves everyday. Chew the food slowly. Don’t look at the food on the plate all the times. Look around, have another bite. Actually, he is sitting in a park, not in a restaurant. There is no plate. He feels his teeth and the sliver on his tongue. Hips on the concrete bench. Stretching his legs. Flowers everywhere. A few faces flee in his mind that makes him feels a little sad. It is such a cliché to feel sad. He looks at the flowers. ‘Whatever happens, I love you.’

He is not talking to those faces that lingers on in his mind. Neither the flowers.

Something about flowers. He has flowers in a vase in his living room, under the sunlight that shines on the wall,

shaped by the window frames.

In the staircase

Interior advertisement

2018

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Images: Alwin Lay