I saw a man in a suit on the screen with his back turned towards me.. And it reminded me of someone who felt a lot like the cassette collection I had since I was a child who's surface were stained with my once upon daily fingerprints... I knew if I brought them out in today's air , they'd feel like my fingerprints... Indifferent to time.... Immortal germs... All mine...
But I couldn't see this face... It was like how you can't understand the sound of your own voice..?? Or lick your own chin... It's ridiculous..! You're anticipating the satisfaction of its taste on the surface of your tongue... It doesn't happen.
But I couldn't see this face... It was like how you can't understand the sound of your own voice..?? Or lick your own chin... It's ridiculous..! You're anticipating the satisfaction of its taste on the surface of your tongue... It doesn't happen.
