- (via moaka)
Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story
The beauty of my solitude is much like an ocean wave
Playfully rolling onto shore but never stopping for breaks
Enjoying quick encounters with the people there to play
Until I quickly dissipate, saving stagnancy for puddles and lakes.
There’s nothing more serene than the ocean’s freedom…