a peculiar boy with medium long hair
blonde
long eyelashes
it was the moment travelling through the tunnel
k was talking on the phone in polish
the rest, silence
the boy stops reading his book
hell of the angels, penguin edition, it was obvious from a glance of its white and orange design
he sits here, waiting, another tunnel, dark,
with slices of orange light cutting through the air
one could see the travelling shadows in stripes oh
how much she enjoys the tunnel,
for not knowing what would come after the unforeseeable darkness,
or,
for knowing exactly what would come after then,
the foggy grim sky of P,
the kind of milky white air, opaque, one cannot see anything through the white background,
the particular whiteness with 0 per-cent transparency,
as if the world becomes a milky white sea, and the sea is blind
they are driving on the highway of P, all of a sudden,
the flight was supposed to arrive at K five hours ago,
but the fog...
yes the fog stopped everything - the fog changed everything — the fog made people angry,
and when people are angry,
one could see various faces,
with human nature almost engraved on those thin skins made of flesh,
therefore
all of a sudden
they are in P,
and all of a sudden they are driving through the tunnel,
which makes her think about the fallen angels,
a double deck carriage filled with strange bodies in silence, seemingly knowing their destination but
what if,
what if they are carried away somewhere,
nowhere
or what if they are glued, fixed, stuck in the never ending moment of to-warding somewhere,
nowhere
she doesnt know, she could never know, the only thing in her mind is the next tunnel, then she would be able to see the profile of that peculiar young boy,
his long eyelashes await,
in such a perfect silhouette.
09.11.2018
krakow, poland