Yes... they are poor...
Look at this little house. A house from cubes. Little croocked, looking like a baby's toy... and an old man inside. But not a single word. But the what we see is so meaning. Thigs, gesture... even when we are forgetting how to write, how to speak... the memories and some pictures in our minds are still with us.
An old man was building floor after floor... to escape from reality shttp://myanimelist.net/myreviews.php?seriesid=5365&go=writeomehow. But as he was building it... he lost the reason for this. He was hunted down by his own routine. A picture with a woman... but just a picture. Pipe, fishes, wine, TV...
But when the past started to hunt him again, he just gone up and builded the next floor. From the routine.
But thanks to the thing that is routine actually and that suppose to have no meaning... He was forced to dive into his memories. Thanks to fact he missed... a pipe... So many of them he had, but... he missed it somehow.
As he was going deeper and deeper, he started to remind some things, some gestures, some situations... he remembered all things that created his life.
And the he saw house from below once again. He looked from the very ground on that he built... a huge an beautiful and cosy home. But did he built it himself?
Now the house is drowned, abandoned , like other houses that surrounds him. Because people alredy moved and left memories behind... like he will do also.
One day there won't be another brick to put...
One day there won't be enough strenght eve to raise it from the ground...
Or maybe there will be so many floors that house will collapse?
Or maybe there will be so many floors that there won't be anything on a new builded floor? Because on every floor he left something... forget something important...
But till that time... a wine, a picture, a gestures from a past saves him.
In this very moment... he know why and for who he lived and will continue to live!
Untill a memorey of him will be also drowned...
Thanks nyan! >^_^<
