Mirage on a cold night

Imagine a 2° night in a beach town. Imagine walking with a happy face on the stranded streets, looking for relief, warmth. You reach the square and the lights at the distance fall on the road in parallel lines and you see la vie en rose.

That mirage of a bench was a metaphor. It gave you a false sense of comfort. Calling out to you to just walk another 50m, sit and the bench will take care of you. The brick wall will shield you against the harsh cold wind and the streetlight will light up the face of your companion more than it actually was. Grabbing a cup of hot wine to warm your hands and your heart even if it is momentarily because the looming cold is not going anywhere. Talking about modern life oblivious to centuries of moments like these leading you both here.

But the truth is that there is no bench, there is no warmth and there is no happiness. The year has been terrible and has broken many hearts. That’s all you’ll find if you go outside. We’re all from a time where instant gratification has made us averse to the idea of a slowly built up positivity, the long-lasting one. And now even this gratification is not enough.

What he wants is in Iraq, what you want is not in your destiny and all of this is an illusion.