But there was no pleasure for me in that moment. I had not enjoyed anything aesthetic or curious since the argument with an old neighbor.

I was helping her to move out the stuff from her room during the morning, but unfortunately she couldn’t find her key afterwards. “Do you see my key?” she asked. “No, I don’t,” I answered. She stared at me with her suspicious eyes. “Please check carefully. You must know. I just put it over here.”

Then we said nothing. In only a few seconds, we had plunged into a shameful interlude beneath infantile quarrel. I soon felt the terrors of distrust and suspicion between us. Then I quickly walked into my room, closing the door violently behind me.

 

 

Two days later, I saw the flowers were still at their place, the leaves already having moved from their bodies. That movement made it look like the flowers were being shifted by several gusts of wind blowing from different angles.

My receptivity to the flowers lasted only a minute. All the unfinished things soon intruded my mind. I walked straight into my room. Sitting in front of my desk and looking out of the window, trees were throwing a gentle shade, the patterns of their leaves occasionally rearranging themselves in the afternoon breeze.

But my mood seemed refusing to be lifted by any external views.

 

 

I met the neighbor when I just walked out of my room yesterday. She smiled and started talking about her new place, and then walked together with me to the outside. On the way out, we exchanged a few words about the chocolate bars we preferred. She said she like bitter black ones, I expressed a greater interest in sweet ones, and then we fell silent.

I saw a few withered flowers were lying on the floor when I just opened the outside door. There were different colors on them. Suddenly I remembered that bottle of flowers. Was it the same one? I was trying to remember the images I had shot before and imagining the stories or the connection in it. My curiosity came up.

But the flowers did not seem to care that what happened before them and without any concern for the happiness of two people talking about chocolate. They were just wanting to show the logic of the nature of their own lives and the universe.