eclipsing

Samadhi Zendejas for Vogue Mexico

This wasn’t an odd sight to see. Hans, worn down to his bones, drinking alone at a bar. He was only half out of his work clothes; with his suitjacket and tie locked in the car, he was left with a dress shirt and pants, the buttons down to his collarbone undone. Exhaustion in its most honest, sleazy form. He’s cutting down on the alcohol — but the short glass is tame, for him.

Across from him, he catches a glance of a girl, and if at all possible, she look worse. Not unlike Hans to point it out.

“What’s the story?” Of her misery, that is.

Her baby was the most beautiful thing Mirela had ever seen, but she was dealing with the “enchantment” of the first days with a newborn. Erika barely cried during the nights, but Mirela would wake up once, sometimes twice during her sleep to assist her daughter. She was thankful for her sister to be there by her side, looking after her niece during the days when Mirela was taking some precious naps. The thought of hiring a nanny was tempting, especially for when her maternity leave was up, but she wanted to be there for her baby, to nurture that bond between mother and daughter she felt she didn’t have with her own mother, even if that costed her the black circles under her eyes. She finally was receiving her close friends to the penthouse, to start socializing again, but also to show off her gorgeous little girl. After the doorman called telling her she had visitors, she checked her reflection at the mirror for a second and after thinking she was decent with a clean shirt, she headed to the door ro welcome the person. “Hey you” 

That being said, making friends with someone like Mirela had taken more time and consideration. A random encounter at the museum and a few conversations turned into herself being the younger, bad influence on the woman — though she didn’t try to do that much now that Mirela had a baby to take care of.

The derivatives of ennui often lead him astray. The current exhibit displays his inhibited mind, clattered with thoughts that he does not want to entertain, mostly the searing ones, too heavy for a moment clasped between the teeth of fatigue. As such, he searches for a place baptised anew, the neutral territory a lapse between thoughts that tend to skew towards the crimes that mar the city underneath its glam. He knows it too well, but nowadays, he doubts that any place isn’t actually accentuated by some bias to an extent. Still, it’s none of his business. To plenty, he’s another face that remains a fool, oblivious to the ire of the brewing battles, so he’d rather capitalise on that than having to act otherwise.

He chooses the stool right in the middle of the bar, settling on it before ordering a glass of bourbon on the rocks. Nothing too unconventional. He looks around for a brief moment, but fixates his attention on his phone eventually, scrolling down the social media. Nothing interesting, but his thumb keeps going, and going, and going, until someone claims the seat next to him. He pretends to not acknowledge their presence, as if engrossed in his own phone, waiting for them to say something, anything, if they do really know of him, at least as this privileged fool sitting on top of the food chain.

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