Inner Sunset

Summary

The text describes a woman's reflections on her life as she experiences a significant change, with the last person who knew her since childhood passing away.

Abstract

The text is a personal reflection of a woman who is experiencing a significant change in her life. She is not sure if it is the sunset of her life, but she feels that her roots no longer exist. She is embraced by nostalgia and loosened by the wine's touch, and her hand prefers the slow motion. She reflects on the morning that was a huge dot to a long, long sentence, where she went to a funeral that revealed a strange independence. The last person who knew her since she was a kid has passed away, and she wonders how it feels to have every person who knew her since childhood dead.

Opinions

The woman is experiencing a significant change in her life.
She is not sure if it is the sunset of her life.
She feels that her roots no longer exist.
She is embraced by nostalgia and loosened by the wine's touch.
She reflects on the morning that was a huge dot to a long, long sentence.
She went to a funeral that revealed a strange independence.
The last person who knew her since she was a kid has passed away.
She wonders how it feels to have every person who knew her since childhood dead.
She is trying to stay in the experience for a while instead of quickly announcing the verdict 'bad' or 'good'.

Just experiencing the experience

It’s not the sunset of her life. As far as she knows, at least… But it is a sunset definitely; her roots no longer exist.

Images alternate vividly on her mind’s screen, directed by memory and reality; something in between.

Embraced by nostalgia, loosened by the wine’s touch, her hand prefers the slow motion. Let’s honour the moment much.

That morning was a huge dot to a long, long sentence; she went to a funeral that revealed a strange independence.

This was the last person that knew me since I was a kid. No mind’s-database has now a scene of me as a newly grown seed.

Is it only bad? a thought asked from a corner of her mind. The chest said “yes” immediately, but she answered: “undefined”.

“Enough with this agony of announcing quickly the verdict ‘bad’ or ‘good’; let’s stay in the experience for a while” she said to herself, with a light blue mood.

Figures of the past were formed before her eyes once more, dancing to a final-goodbye melody that was synthesized by her core.

I wonder how one feels when every person that knew them since their childhood is dead…

Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives

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