The head of the 20-year-old youngster spins around looking for some comfort in alcohol, when inner peace is what he really wants.
“Where it is the dammed key for my core?”
He searches for it underneath the pillows, inside of his socks, inside of vases, inside half-full bottles of wine, but he still has no clue. It is exactly the same situation as when somebody searches for his glasses desperately when they are already on the face. And that is ridiculous!
“If my valuable core was inside of me, I’d already have found by now” – says the youngster, talking to the mirror.
So the mirror answers:
“What happens is that if you are still searching for your core, it is because you do not deserve to find it yet.”
But the youngster protests with red and somehow dead eyes, unable to stand still:
“Come core! Come! Come to me! Don’t be shy!”
Through the reflexion in the mirror, a voice coming from nowhere says:
“I am the key. I am the truth. I am freedom and I am the personification of responsibility. Are you certain that you can deal with this?”
The youngster replies:
“Key? Truth? Freedom? Responsibility?”
Giving real thoughts to the matter, he finally replies:
“Well, maybe you should come back later…”
Luciana B. Veit