When everyone was busy playing their cards, guessing others hands and counting chips, I took a deck and a bottle and a corner table. At the end of that dreamy night, rattles stopped, the bottle emptied, everyone gone. But there on my table was this beautiful house erected of cards, stories, hopes and secrets. Something I built quite unknowingly. I looked at the night sky with starry eyes and whispered: can we keep it? Even though there was no answer, I somehow knew the answer was no. It was then that I made a pledge that I shall come back tomorrow and make a new one everyday. And so I did. Every day. Until my last day.
