Chemistry was getting quite repetitive and boring, so I went to that nice forested area with old houses. I was looking for, something so evidently present. Walking, there were many saga seeds on the ground. Some were beautiful and polished. Some were over-ripe. Some were disfigured.
I thought, I just wanted one, that would be enough. There were so many littered on the pavements, the road, all shiny and gleaming. They were visibly perfect, but not perfect to me. Walking on, I spotted something, bent down, and reached for one in a crack in the pavement. How concealed it was. It wasn't very beautiful, not even shiny. Just dull and slightly blemished. Perhaps even out of a rounded shape. It was perfect. I held it in my right hand and walked home, fingering it for quite a while, it felt nice. After that while, my fingers got tired with it and I transferred it to my left hand, and subsequently, my pocket. I started thinking about how I changed towards the seed. Wasn't it nice to touch at first? Then growing tired of it, I had it displaced, till now, it's in my pocket. I'm not even touching it. Just a walk back home and I've changed it's position so much. I took it out of my pocket, and looked closely at it. Since I picked it up, it had never changed. Not in size, shape. Not in texture or colour. It was the same as before. Not perfectly rounded, not shiningly colourful. I fingered it again, and that feeling was the same. I shouldn't have neglected it.
spoke at : 6:53:00 PM