AntiAmba

As I put down on the table Kant's Critique of Judgement, the dialogue propelled at the coffee shop on a table next to me.     - What are you thinking?     - I am thinking about us.     - Why you told me I was a lie? (challenging)     - Because you are precious to me. (bitter)     - Do you believe me?     - I don't know.     - Why you are so statuesque?     - Because you put some holes in my chest.     - Why you are so possessive? Go fuck yourself!     - Your life was poured into my mouth.     - My poison was spread across your back. The waitress arrives and bends in a way I tell her to stand-up, she must show some self-respect. I ask for the bill.     - Why we just don't walk way? (touches gently the forearm, eager)     - And if is terrible? We will hate each other. I will lose ...

At a restaurant, waiting for K, while I was searching for too much information on the phone, a couple sit next to me. They barely talk and their eyes wonder to the decor. I put the phone and took a sip in the entry-level white wine. I look discretely to the lonely couple. I try to image what they are thinking, staring with contempt. We discover. We caress. We touch. We fuck, we come. We loved. We cared. We work. We fought. We forgive. We fuck. We work. We fought. We work. We work. We work. We cheated. We work. We cheated. We cheated. We cheated. We quit. K arrives. The waitress, dressed like a pin-up escorts K to the table where I sit.While am being suffocated by work issues, I interrupted her and tell: - Have you took a peek to these ones, sitting next to us? - With the energy we are creating, it is becoming a form of social relationship harassment. They feel intimidated, she told. I have been trough it before. I tried to reverse the situation, but I did not...