6th Installement

The Poetic Coincidence of Everyday Life.

One afternoon whilst taking my lunch a French couple appropriated the table adjacent to my own. Before long the tone of their conversation became terse and emotionally charged causing me to fixate with discomfort upon the literature in front of me. The situation quickly ran its course. As the women stood up to leave the man berated her as she left. After a moment of ill-ease the man fidgeted then also stood up and left.
Fifteen minutes or so went by and I thought nothing more of the quarrelsome couple until defiantly the women returned, perhaps to negate the effects of a jaded love affair. Sitting down she appeared undisturbed by the preceding events placing a laptop, sunglasses, purse and a purple orchid flower wrapped in tissue paper on the table. I continued to read and the women ordered a shrimp salad. Having finished her salad the waiter appeared and as is customary in these parts went on to wipe the table with tissue paper. On this occasion however the waiter spied the orchid in tissue paper and not realizing the symbolic potency of flowers exchanged by lovers, or due to the perfunctory nature of orchids in Thailand proceeded to erase a crescent of residual milk deposited by a long gone coffee cup. It is on these rare occasions that one might glimpse the calculations of the Absolute.