Bangs of Evangelion
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Ash blond hair, bangs, green sweatshirt with large white stylized flowers resembling the Conad (italian supermarket) logo. Black septum. You are sitting in the parallel row, but exactly in front of my gaze. A little while ago you were sleeping and when you woke up you wore a necklace in which a thin brown string holds a something sort of stone.
You get ready to go down wearing a Dickies beanie, being sure that the logo was centered by checking its position in relation to your nose. And then you pulled out some bangs to make them stand out from the edge. But maybe some of it went in front of your eyes, enough to make you close one of them to see if it was actually the one in front of your sight.
You ask me if the book I was reading is about Evangelion, the anime. You tell me in a very low voice, so low that I take off my headphones altogether and move closer to you. You laugh apologetically, repeat the question, and I reply that yes, it is about the anime, specifically about the psychology and changes of its characters, how they are reflected in others. “A nice personal introspection if you will.”
You don’t have time to flip through it and read some of it because you were going to be down from there shortly, but you ask me to take a picture. “Sure.” You put your headphones back on. I put my headphones back on.
Occasionally we cross glances, smiling. You get up, there is a line to get out, you stay close to me. We look at each other several times, smiling. I want to say I can bring it to you as soon as I finish it, but I don’t have the courage, not in the middle of everyone. We smile. I think about how stupid I am to tick my cell phone over my mouth to find the words.
Or I could have told you to come to the Emergency infopoint in Genoa tomorrow to get it. I could have written my number in the book and given it to you. I should keep my pen in my pocket, not in my backpack.