faces of the lab

michi

then suddenly, i couldn’t hear what he was saying, but his words morphed into this silent yet bright image in my head. i saw michi standing on a football field in a murky evening, the floodlight struck on his face fiercely, so brutal that, all the sweat that fell from the stranded hairs, stagnated in the air. then i wondered, was he projecting the same concentrated stare, that pierced the thick fog while the green grass field fainted into blur. was it this unmitigated captivation, that enthralled him over and over, that freed him again and again.