The Way you Stay with Me

I was very disappointed for I thought that the doll was a recent purchase, or gift. And I felt very unpleasant about the obsolescence of goods in the present era. Industrial garbage, like the kipple of Philip K Dick’s masterpiece (Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheeps?, You know). Then I complained about that with Linda, my wife. She didn’t catch the idea of the object, but she agreed. Till tonight. Tonight I showed her the doll. And her voice tone was a deep hide of nostalgic feelings: «That’s my old doll. She is not new, at all. She is old as me.» The words That’s my doll did resonate in my mind, that was like when someone rediscover a old thing, thought lost somewhere in space. Linda kept the doll and removed the hair in our garden, front of the door. Then she gave me back the doll. I feld relieved and somehow guilty. Relieved that she decided not to waste the toy, guilty for arising a problem about hair or so. The doll now looked like a refugee or an inmate of any harsh psycho asylum, or like some prisoner in a nazi lager. «She had lost her perfume» Linda warned. <a href="https://medium.com/dancing-elephants-press/ask-lewis-tips-on-the-best-zen-meditation-609596555428">Learn More</a>