31-01-2017 - Cape Town - The plateau of mirrors. Part one of the first part

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 work. It was useless. Only received indifference. 
- Look to what they have done to each-other, I told.