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  • Klimt's Vienna was just upgraded to the label of the city of bleeding noses.

    I remember falling asleep on the rigid bank inside the airport, gazing at the starry wintry sky and acknowledging how much I resent childhood nostalgia and not being able to long after humanoids.

    Whomever they are, they say that if you stare long enough at someone, that person will eventually feel observed and will turn her gaze towards you. I opened my eyes under the fixed look of the stranger sitting across from me.

    "You were bleeding from your nose so I put a napkin under your cheek, he said, with a pronounced German accent. It stopped a while ago, though."

    I continued looking at him without making any adjustment to my facial structure. It was most surely not about not needing words, but when you fell submerged in a Clare & the Reason's Alphabet City , letters run one from another and words get nowhere near that perfect conceptional form.

    "I am not a weirdo who gets a kick out of staring at people while they sleep, you know. I just didn't want to pull you out of your sleep. I stayed to make sure you wouldn't choke."

    I transformed the moment when you usually look, frown and then run in a slow movement of my numbed index placed on my upper-lip. I could feel the trail of dried blood and the scent of metal knives smelling like water. I once again looked into his dark blue eyes, probably bearing no expression.

    He stood up and left. I followed his steps til they conflated with the corner of my eye, not being able to thank him for being generous enough to prolong his waiting into mine.

    In this lifetime I've passed many moments of procrastination and many moments when my individual character surpassed the human and never said "thanks" since a dramatic character always erects his body and propels it forward without looking back.

    As every time I have "in-my-mind" conversations with people after the actual, real conversation, after this Vienna moment, I once again swore to "carpe diem" not in the glossy way, but in the "now-live from life" kind of way.

    So, this is a thank you note to every entity I had a mute "spillover" conversation with. You meant something. I was present and I did hear you even if I didn't reply for a lifetime. Thank you.
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