and then he just stood there, all confused. “What was your name?” he asked. As he spilled the first letters, the world came undone. Heavens mixed with hells, oceans filled with clouds, deserts became forests. Something big just happened. My name is
And once I was an elegant lady - married, two kids, a loving husband, a dog or two. Big empty house with big windows. I used to look through those windows into the lake and forest, longing for freedom, yearning for passion. I remember thinking back then:
I was an old lady, sitting in a trolleybus with no one to love her. Coming back to an empty two-room apartment somewhere in a sleeping neighborhood. Fixing myself dinner and, without an appetite, eating it while staring at two pigeons fighting in the street.
