The art of letting go

The Art of Abandonment ..... In his small apartment on the nineteenth floor, he had been used to living alone for a long time, and he would remain so until the last day of his life, because he confused love with intimacy. He would also confuse the flower pot with the ashtray when he smoked to the point that he almost lost what little was left of his mind, as the ashes took on the appearance of lilies. When he began to confuse the wall with the mirror, he believed in his supernatural ability to be invisible at times. On his last day, he would confuse the sky with the sea, and he would be overcome by an overwhelming desire to go there, but unfortunately, he would go out of the window, which he had begun to confuse with the door, and his body would be torn apart in front of the astonishment of passersby, who would in turn confuse his desire to swim with suicide.