The meeting wasn't anyhow special. No one would ever remember it. Including myself. Fountains of alcohol, shrill sounds coming from speakers and the blend of mismatching colours in the background of smelly smoke tail.
However, it was that moment when the day and night met. Literally.
That scarce moment which lasts only a minute or so. Consequently, you have to be quick and sober enough to evaluate the desire behind, to weigh your karma balance and, of course, to ask your destiny 'how are you going to surprise me this time?'. Ironically, one does rarely have time and concern about this. One would simply say -- just follow the flow.
I didn't. I do not trust people. 'Lack of self-confidence', you would say. I would rather call it self-esteem. You know, I can make the flow follow me. I am the flow.
So I left those obscure lines behind. It was the allusion that had to be seen and followed only by those who were able to read between the lines. And one did. One was seduced by the desire to solve the riddle.
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