"I don't miss anything. I am just here. People if they want they can find me. But since the last few years no one is visiting me. You are the first man after this girl left. I do not miss her, but I liked her. She was giving so much life to this place. This place was like her. Calm but at the same time very serious. Warm and with lot of birds. But today as you see there are no birds in the sky any more. Even they understood that something is missing here."





"By the end of the day, in the last rays of Sun the old man took his last bath in the Ocean. The young man was sitting on the rocks watching this scene of merging the old wisdom with old Knowledge. The old man was pacing gently on the sand. When he got to the shore he turned back and bow his head in gesture of returning to his previous form. He steeped forward. His knees were already under the water. He could have felt the floating motion of oblivion. He was serene. He knew he will reborn again and again because that was his destiny and his story. The last thought he had before he disappeared in the water was that he will never understand this cycle. And he will never forget this girl. He was rambling on the bottom of the Ocean. It was his favorite part. He started to live as an image that he was admiring for last decades of his life. At the end he transfigured into the red fish and swam away into the darkness of reality."

"" - fragments of "Waiting" written by Jacek Orasinski