The Lighter

The Lighter - student project

The lighter is gold. Still, its golden colour does not convey positive recollections. I remember when it was first given to me.

The expectations.

The hope.

The illusions.

The lighter has time-wheels on it. It already made me know, at that time, what would have happened

Click: I opened it. The smell of the petrol: I lit my sigarette.

I am now staring at it, after fifteen years. Distant memories of abandonment fill my mind, letting me remember how foolish I was to think that it could have worked. 

Things pass, and some remain. I kept the lighter because it is a reminder: Never make the same mistake again.

Diego Donati
We are all heroes of our own stories