You are walking along the sidewalk, thinking about the beauty of the sun and about the power that can be evoked by the smallest sunlight, inhaling the odor of a passing pedestrian. Until now you did not realize how profound and captivating smell can be. (…)
All of the sudden you are in a different time and space. You are back in your distant or recent past. You are wondering why it supposed to be the past now. It was a good time. You know that there were crucial circumstances that lead to the break up with each person each time but with this deep breath you are taking right now, you cannot believe it. You are reminded of the scent that was previously attached to this special person. You remember the good things and instinctively exclude the bad things that human beings genetically don’t want to be recalled of, and you want to be back in time. Maybe to modify?
Right now you have the option to change the past. You are able to rewrite the things that should have been different and that consequently could have happened and that would have been possible. Take the chance to make it right or maybe better than before. Now!
“Do I really have the possibility now?”
“Yes, why not. Choose a time and place where you want to change the things that you’ve done.”
“I don’t know where to start.”
“Think about it a little while and then let me know where I can take you to!”
Why don’t I know where to start? Inwardly I have always dreamt about the chance to change something. Why did I? Did I honestly do? Now I have to opportunity to do so and I am not able to decide. Why I am not capable of it? I ponder. But I cannot find any way or at least a small idea where to start.
Is it maybe … No, it can’t be. I mean the questions that are on the surface now are easy: Do I really regret something? Or, do I really have to change something? I cannot find anything. Why is it so hard?
He is talking to me again, “Do you want to take this possibility?”
I cannot decide why is he rushing me? Why can’t he be more patient? Does he have more jobs to do? Is he not only here because of my very own wish? Or is he here due to the duty he took responsibility for and now he has to get an instantly answer. I can hear him asking me again with the threat if I can’t decide right away he will be gone in no time.
Still, I hesitate. I do not know why.
Then I’m back on the street still following the scent knowing that I have missed the chance … to what actually?
I’m here on this sidewalk surrounded by the allies of the skyscrapers that only allow the fluorescent sun to be a part of them. Nobody else is able to compete with the city’s magnitude and power that eludes its own interpretation.
