Monday, May 08, 2006


meeting a stranger. sharing a smile, or some words. or silence, even better.

no baggage, no reference points, no familiarity whatsoever.

no connections anywhere on political leanings or fave band or book read last.

no race, no gender, no religion, no social baggage.

no roles to be played, no masks to be donned, no preconceived notions.
nothing to impress or scorn.

just an impersonal reaching out in vacuum.

no addresses swapped, no traces. no expectations.

a complete lightness of being, for some moments.

travellers resting under a tree. ships passing by in the night.