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Indifference
Indifference


What do I care ?, she said. I don't. He's no lover, no friend, no next of kin, no colleague. I have nothing to do with him. What do I care ?, she said. Do I know him ? Do I remember him ? Is there any reason why I should remember him ? Just tell me one. I bet you can't. What do I care ?, she said. You may say that we know each other, but do you have a proof ? Show me some pictures. I bet you can't. What do I care ? she said. People tell me that I should know him. But no. People tell me that I am in denial. But no. What do I care ? she said. Nobody sent me a card when he was born. I haven't seen him learn to talk, learn to walk, learn to be a man. It's not like my life would be different without him walking the earth. It's not like this world would be so different without him in it. What do I care ?, she said. There are people, professional people, to care for people like him. They know the ropes. They don't get emotional. Not me. I?m not qualified. I never applied for this job. Do you think I'm a shrink ? A nurse ? What do I care ?, she said. He's down on his luck. So what ? There are millions like him. Am I supposed to care for them all ? Are you trying to make me feel guilty ? Fat chance. Find yourself another saviour. What do I care ?, she said. There was a time when I did care. Much good it did to me. What do care ?, she said. Don't I have the right to be indifferent ? Don't I have the right to be selfish, self-centred, uncaring, to walk with my eyes wide shut in places where I