our table, she's gone!!
i couldn't didn't wouldn't believe it..
my eyes kept searching until i finally spotted her..
i can't believe those idiots move her there!
don't they understand that she's not a mere accessory?
that she welcomed us and shared our joys and sorrows, our moments of despair and our morning coffees? our deepest darkest secrets and hours of useless existence?!
and oh if this table could talk..
gus, our smoking "stairs" miss you, look at them they're so lonely.."where has everyone gone?"
zourouni koulli sana marra 7aram tinsouni bilmarra..
posted by Laila K at
04:07
7 Comments:
useless existence is more like it! the table where we waited for godot everyday. now that i think back we were so funny.. we'll actually leave our houses very early in the morning to go to the table, j. is there at 6 in the morning, G. is early too, H. is running down the stairs, you leave the dorms, i'm fighting to park, and johnny...so we run to the table and sit... plan all day what we'll do in the afternoon.
thanks layoul. i was very happy to see her!
where's 3ammo?
"3ammo baddeh sandwichet labneh"
"ya 3ammo ma 3andi labneh bas ba3tikeh Bonjus?"
Good memories, good times.
Thanks for bringing them back into my living room in iowa city!
u really admire ur table by calling it "she"!!
i understand memories influence!!
:)
I was telling that 3ammo story to someone last week... Although he once told me "3ammo ba3teek kleenex..
Laila, did you find any cigarette butts? or no one smokes there anymore?
That last picture is a good one.
familiar items keep the memories alive...I remember refusing to dump a cane chair used by my late granny when she passed away...i kept it for the next 5 yrs! afraid to lose the connection...
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