A sequence of events has led to the creation of this very short story by David White, a writer and my friend.
A few days ago Vesna Krasnec, a painter and also a friend, took this photograph of me in a local restaurant close to the museum of fantastic art, during the long night of museums in Vienna.
David, upon seeing the photograph, spontaneously wrote the following short story, the term “sketch story” may be fitting. I think I like this term in this particular case not only due to the length of the story, but also because of all the artistic implications.
"She was beautiful, sitting alone in a restaurant, cigarette attached to right hand, face turned to her right, pensive, profile of Athena. Her long bare neck a blank canvas excepting an unpretentious necklace. I'm not an artist, but I know I could have painted a masterpiece on that canvas with my lips. I was drunk, and she was alone, except for the two daisies in a simple vase on her table.
The moment would pass and a million more would take its place, but I knew no moment would ever match that moment, like the first time you see a sunrise, the first time you see something you know has been kissed by the universe. You are thankful; you have seen true beauty. Many never do. You now know it exists, no longer some myth. Life in the gutters would never be the same. You now knew there was beauty in the world, even if only for a moment, but maybe, just maybe, if you hung around long enough, maybe one more such moment would present itself.
And that hope was worth staying alive for."
David White October 2012