I was peering into the activity going on in this studio. It seems like a lecturer is going about tables to comment on students works. I decided to listen in on one of these things for a minute and found that these works are based on Arabic calligraphy. This does not interest me much, really so I went browsing about around the study looking for something that might interest me. After making my way around the studio I returned to the same table where I first went to. This table was covered with satin sheet and the work was laid and arranged nicely on top of this. Before I could think about this student creator was I found myself peering under the table and to my surprise there was a girl sitting there working on stuff. I smiled at her and even more surprised to see this Caucasian girl doing Arabic calligraphy. Somehow I felt like we bonded without words.
I must have said something about her table being pretty and well presented because she told me that she made this table herself. The table is actually balanced on a bunch of stackable chairs and the weight of this installation is the very thing that makes it balanced and solid. I was quite amazed with her table and I must admit I was impressed too. I asked her to have lunch with me. She didn’t say anything – not even a nod. She just got her stuff and we walked out of the big studio. The door wasn’t far away. We walked and walked and took in the scenery. This big dude who looks like Hulk Hogan in office shirt and pants walks past on my side and brushes his elbow on my left shoulder. Maybe it is some kind of weird gesture of some kind. No big deal; next time I’ll make contact his elbow with mine instead of using my shoulder.
Now moving on with this story; my self and this lady continued walking nonetheless and then we lay side by side on a big soft satin covered bed. I held her hand. I felt her fingers. They were slimmer than my wife’s. Each time I caressed these fingers I thought of my wife. Is it only a physical bond between me and this girl beside me now? Surely there must me some feelings (perhaps later – don’t matter to me because it feels good anyway). Suddenly she said, “see you” then left my room like a white blurry ghost. I was in a deep sleep and struggled to wake myself up to follow her.
I must have said something about her table being pretty and well presented because she told me that she made this table herself. The table is actually balanced on a bunch of stackable chairs and the weight of this installation is the very thing that makes it balanced and solid. I was quite amazed with her table and I must admit I was impressed too. I asked her to have lunch with me. She didn’t say anything – not even a nod. She just got her stuff and we walked out of the big studio. The door wasn’t far away. We walked and walked and took in the scenery. This big dude who looks like Hulk Hogan in office shirt and pants walks past on my side and brushes his elbow on my left shoulder. Maybe it is some kind of weird gesture of some kind. No big deal; next time I’ll make contact his elbow with mine instead of using my shoulder.
Now moving on with this story; my self and this lady continued walking nonetheless and then we lay side by side on a big soft satin covered bed. I held her hand. I felt her fingers. They were slimmer than my wife’s. Each time I caressed these fingers I thought of my wife. Is it only a physical bond between me and this girl beside me now? Surely there must me some feelings (perhaps later – don’t matter to me because it feels good anyway). Suddenly she said, “see you” then left my room like a white blurry ghost. I was in a deep sleep and struggled to wake myself up to follow her.
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