Stare

He was staring at the wall when she crossed his vision.
- You tend to forget anything.
..Let silence continue for a time..
- I mean, you hardly remember when you got something in your mind.
- Now, why is that?
- You act like you're thinking hard for a real big issue. I know there's no such thing. Your mind is busy all the time, but for what?
-...
Nothing particular.
...
- I told you, I know that. What I can't understand is "your problem".
- This is overrated. I rarely act like you said. And you know what, I really am thinking of a big issue at those times.
- Bullshit, you suddenly -or sometimes slowly- forget what you are thinking of.
- Well, how can....
- I don't think that we can end this conversation. Either you'll forget in the middle of this, or you won't agree what I'm telling.
- How can I agree if you act like you're speaking to a wall. Sometimes "I" may speak, don't forget that.
- Ahahaha, now we are talking about "forgetting".

Coffee

Pours hot water on brown coffee particules. Cracks a sugar cube to half, lets one melt in coffee, other one in his mouth. Adds some cold water in the cup, then swallows the whole drink immediately. As he begins to prepare another one, his cellphone starts ringing. Trying to get his phone from his backpocket, he accidentally pours some boiling water onto his hand, screams a bit. Phone rings, he rubs his hand with a towel, then continues preparing his coffee with the rest of the water, ignoring the phone which is still ringing, even louder. Seems like a deaf man. Rubs his hand.

Stone

Rubs his head, explores some blood deeper in hair, on his head. Looks a bit confused, like a drunk fool. Tries to move along, proceeds with small steps first, then observes the environment, turns back where he has started. Sees the dark red blood stain on the pavement. Looks around again. Wiggles and scores some unstable steps. A car passes by, very close! Does not fear, only a little surprised. Rubs his head again. Sits down the pavement. Rubs his head.