Faustus movin' right along...
years of university, and I’m in my room, on my bed, reading a book… dad passes from the front door of my room, pauses a little and bursts into laughter. I raise my head, amused, and ask “What?”... “Nothing,” he says, “I’ve passed from here four times, and each time you’ve been in a different pose… lying on the floor with legs on bed once, leaning against the headboard the other time, then legs on the wall, and now leaning down with the book on the floor. It looked like snapshots from a comic book!” I smile back and feel happy inside. :)
The images of past events melt away in my memory, but then there are certain things that stand out clearly… not that they’re particularly important, but still they stay vivid. I’m not sure what makes me keep track of a simple laughter in a summer afternoon… maybe its simplicity.
