Toys

See. This is one of these days. Watch them there. Stood still and staring at the floor. People look different this morning. Walking in circles around the Palac Kultury. They're trying to tear it down just by the simple grace of their weak will.

See.

We are here again. Your street seems to me just part of a Kundera's novel. And look at me, at the opposite end of the city. Wandering like a ghost. Surrounded by mist that makes me walk in random paths.

I told you once. Life goes in circles. I might go forward or sideways or backwards just a few blocks ahead. I might keep moving either zigzagging  or back and forth. But finally I am back to from where I departed.

And see, so you are. at the opposite end of the city.
See. We, just like toys when the kids are sleeping. But we were the river meeting the ocean. We blew out the birthday cake candles. We were in this together.

Today we are stone guards of this city. You and me. Statues set at the north and south ends. 

Beyond our thresholds remains nothing. Between us a city awaiting to be demolished and rebuild.

See Warsaw is lack of us.