play-to-date.
I play with the toys from my childhood. They are at the exact positions where grandma sits every time she nags at grandpa. Her voice still as fresh as the vapour from my hot cocoa, always rising subtly as if the toys and the vapour are lining up, making a form out of her altogether in different discussions of their own and making a new bondage along their way. I enjoy it, my vision sticking to this moment as i get up, grab a cigarette and stepping accidentally on a snail, i light the cigarette up blowing a hale on that spot, not noted back then but now caught by the smoke from the cigarette.