where nothing belongs

The questions that catch you unawares. Do you want to go back, to clarify some words that did not reach the place you intended? Do you want to listen, to gesture, to breathe deeply as an act of confirmation? Do you want to run away, pretend that the world is with you? A whole evening talking about those spaces where nothing belongs, where nothing stops, which do not harbor memories. Neither do we, after two bottles of wine and a monumental hangover.