#thetheoryofinfinity

[ddiinnkkoo]

the waves hit the shore, leaving behind a white band of bubbles. when you held a seashell to your ear as a child, you wanted to believe that instead of blood circulation, you could hear the sea. now, standing on the shore with her eyes closed, Dina dreamed of hearing at least something human in herself instead of the sound of the surf.

"She doesn't have a soul, does she?"

"I really don't have a soul."

she wanted to be human so much that she created this person in herself. she molded her with her own hands, giving her the right set of qualities.

"and who am I if I'm not human?"

everything except the man. her people took her for their own, strangers took her for their own. she was everywhere to the place.

the silence stroked my ears, meanwhile, the splashing of the water broke it. she's raving about something.

the sand is dry and sandy. the water is salty and playful.

and I don't exist.