Now we are watching how the well-known active table game melts in the languid hazy mindflow of one girl. Pink-pong. Its metamorphosis from a concrete term to "some-thing" vague seems us inappropriate from the first sight. And we ask ourselves of course: "To pink or not to ping? Or? But how these so different words can mean the same thing?"
Pondering over the question, we did not notice the time had slowed down so much that we could hear how our own mind worked tirelessly.
"Pink. Pong" - a neat sound of the latest processed thought reached us.
A rarely noticeable by others melancholic stream of consciousness, incredible thoughts and weird things full of "non-sense" always stays luminous.
