February 22nd 2072
Dear train, where are we going today?
The first time they looked at each other’s eyes was sunset. A full-on brilliant warm vibrant gold core pulsing in the sky. Everything felt so right that night. All she could recall was the silhouette of a Monstera Deliciosa striping lines on his naked body, laying down on the cement.
The shadows of one of his foot are playing with the pool water, making concentric circles. She is hypnotized by those circles.
An instant, a blink of an eye, she turns her head and she is back on that carriage again. She is sharing the seat with a stranger. Where is she going? The warmth sweet air is so far being on her skin now, again, cold and pale on that train. Fast forward in time, he is half naked, playing with his concentric foot circles. The train is running fast, as their memories can’t stop spinning in her mind. As the time hasn’t passed for a single moment. Now she clearly remembers. She turns her head again, an exotic scent fills her nostrils and dissolves into her short velvet hazelnut hair. She stands up and goes to the exit. What if I get off at the next stop? What if the exotic place is the next stop?
Giulia's Column 