Rendezvous
29 December 05 : 09.57 PM
The night was a blank. Justin and all wanted to go to Ministry of Sound, but I wasn't particularly interested, so while I was in the express queue for girls, I waited for them to enter the club before I stepped out of the queue, and I came up with some shitty excuse of why I couldn't enter. Jarrett came out of the club and we sat by the bridge talking, then we went for supper before he picked Drey up from HollandV, then drove Drey and I to my place. It was 3am, and I made Drey cry.
On Tuesday, Lawrence made me wait an hour while he was at his dental appointment. I sat at Starbucks reading the book b. slipped into my bag like a secret, wanting me to read it, and with every page, every character new and every situation that arise, I think maybe b. must find a link to us. I can see myself, maybe as Tereza, but not Sabina who seemed so strong to me, but who would he be to me? Maybe it was the whole action of Fate that b. was trying to let me in on, the way Tomas met Tereza under such straining circumstances. Then I thought, maybe b. wasn't trying to find a link, perhaps I was.
In Greek mythology, the lives of mortals are predestinated by the three Fates. How does Atropos feel, to be the one with the shears that cuts the thread of life, and at her disposition, hear the screams of those whose life is drawn from them?