Peniche, Portugal, 2007 / www.brandulph.net.
"Reflection"
We passed each other on the beach virtually every day... and, like always - under such circumstanses - I found it natural to say "boa tard"... and the next day I tried with "hello".... and then "guten Tag"... and "moin-moin"...
He never responded... just walked on... alone... looking straight ahead.
After a week, I only saw his reflection... which was more comfortable somehow.
The reflection of a man, getting more and more obscure, the closer one gets to the head.
But... alas... I never considered the sad option, that his ears only served him to hang glasses on...
We passed each other on the beach virtually every day... and, like always - under such circumstanses - I found it natural to say "boa tard"... and the next day I tried with "hello".... and then "guten Tag"... and "moin-moin"...
He never responded... just walked on... alone... looking straight ahead.
After a week, I only saw his reflection... which was more comfortable somehow.
The reflection of a man, getting more and more obscure, the closer one gets to the head.
But... alas... I never considered the sad option, that his ears only served him to hang glasses on...
