Jausmai. V savaitė.



Foggy mind. Dovilė



     At the same time, but from opposite sides, two lives cross the street. Another life, driving through a puddlem splashes the feet of a passing life. In the house, which they will all pass, is yet another life, Vincent, whose favourite pastime is watching television, slowly and tediously. ,,I hate autumn," the first life, called Sarah, will think, as she picks her way through fallen leaves. The second life, Laura, will feel a gust of wind and, watching a flying leaf, think: ,,How strange and beautiful autumn is: it takes time away and brings so many doubts in return...". The third life, driving the car that splashed the passer-by, will drive over a pile of leaves and not see them. Vincent will then open the window again and, tapping ash from his cigar on to the neighbours' balcony, will pretend not to notice the autumn leaves, though on of them will be lying on the windowsill. During Vincent's long life, it has become useful and convenient to pretend not to notice many things.
Evelina Puzaite