Culture. Eat it
22 November 2016
I met a woman,
she was sitting in front of me “on the wrong train”, she said.
That’s why she paid a fine of 8 euros over it.
Her ex boyfriend liked this quote “the best is an enemy of the good”,
maybe he forgot it when he screw to her: “I feel ashamed about you”
Wrinkles on her face and qa short haircut, che was touching it , while saying “I was different at those times”.
Probably she was cuddling sad memories:
“One day I looked at the mirror. There was a reflection of my childood dremas in it. My ex boyfriend liked that quote – The best is an enemy of the good”. Did he remember it while teaching me how to hate myself ’cause I wasn’t enough?
That reflection was wrong.
I was wrong.
Whan I run out of words, I used to buy them. Spending all my money on them…And on makeup and clothes as well… Kinda drugs to make the reflection look better and better.
But never so good enough.So the reflection improved and it started to appear different from my self.
The reflection took my words, my reactions.
It used to pass its time faking a perfect happiness.
Our fake and so commercial happiness.
When the reflection told me “It’s over, we failed”, I replied “Yes, you’re right”.
And I took the wrong train” – she said-
“But it’s my stop, so now I’m ready to get off”.
Ph. Sara Cartelli
© The Eat Culture
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Bio:
Community Manager with a passion for sociology, I've lived for six years between Padua and Milan. Once I wrote an odd theory on Mathematics, on a Mathematics task. I took zero and the professor told me that I had to find an outlet for my too much imagination, if I wanted to live in the real world. I bought a notepad and began to write to him everything that was going through my head, so love for writing was born, love for expression.
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