"What am I doing here?" she seems to wonder. The truth is she
likes the place and the art, and she simply loves the feelings that come to
life inside of her when she sees some other people's work but… But she's
somewhere else.
"Where is he now?" Where? And why is he not here? Why is he
almost never here? She's asked him to accompany her to this short trip, but he
refused to do so. Perhaps because he didn't want to. Or maybe because her
interests were different from his.
"You are cat", someone said to her once. "A stupid cat,
that's what I am", she now thinks as she climbs on top of the car and lets
her gaze, a little bit bright, a little bit wet, wander inside, seeking some
new answers.
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