Jakob wasn’t there. He never was. He was the classic example of the
absent father. He could nevertheless not be accused of not being present. His
gaze could penetrate the thickest walls. Somehow, he just knew. This made
people shy away from him. Noone likes to be subjected to such piercing blue
eyes. Slightly blank, like water blurred the edges of those irises, just added
to the discomfort you would unfailingly experience. In the gaze was a good
measure of judgement. Not so much with words, what can they convey anyway? So
he trudged on, unperturbed by the commotion in his wake. He had had to develop
a rather thick skin over the years. Most things seemed to bounce off him, and
you could be excused for thinking that nothing got to him. This was not true. A
lot of things got to him.
Dear reader, I am sorry to have let you hang out to dry. I have a perfectly good reason. I was hungry, did I mention that? Having identified the three dishes on offer in the in-house canteen i quickly made up my mind to wander off-grid. Yes, I did visit that joint, again. No, I will still not tell you where it’s at. That’s for me to know and you to find out. Only, I hope you don’t. Why? Well, once you find it you will understand. The tricky thing is the making of a decision. Choice is overrated, if you ask me. There is so much tastiness in the world (or in this joint anyway) and so little lunch breaks. So, though I am loath to divulge more, I am inclined to share some of my insights. It just feels right, you know? So, anyway, this is how i handle it. I don’t. Makes any sense? It goes like this; the best way to make an important decision…is not to make it. Yes, I know dice is all the rage this season, and sure, if that tickles your fancy, don’t let me stop you. As for me, I do it d...
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