I do not like to write. I really don’t. But sometimes things happen and it makes me so thoughtful that I would like to share it with someone.
It was the break, I went downstairs, I sat on a bench and I practically swallowed a snack once so hungry I was. But suddenly I realized there was a woman sitting in front of me. She was 40s or 50s, through clothes wrinkled, and was eating a small package of candy that I couldn’t distinguish what it was. What caught my attention was her expression. Static, quiet, with wide eyes staring at nothing. While eating the candy one by one so slowly. The human being is thus: alone, desperate. Empty. Our existence is shit. Thousands of people around but who would stop to pay attention to us? Who would lose this time? I lost this time. I was a coward for not start a conversation. Why not? But I’m a fucking asshole.
Those ten minutes were not wasted anyway.