Pile of books ornaments the table like chopped vegetables in a Parisian supermarket.
A pencil, by the other side of the dining table, lays on the floor like a helpless body on an argillaceous soil.
A cat looks terribly hungry like a famished lion searching for its next prey.
By the widely-opened door, the hot sun shines calmly.
It sends its beautiful beam of light to the chicken.
Atop the refrigerator, a chilled bottle of soda stands taller than a national flag in the zenith of stars’ constellation.
And under an already-prepared plate of cookies, an anonymously-written letter carries the following inscription:
“We all live but once. So, why the worries? Focus on the present. Yesterday has gone and tomorrow, which is uncertain, has not yet come.”