Lately
evenings rush to bring the weary some familiarity. Especially when the seasons start to change. There are shoes lined up in the middle of the platform with anxious people attached to them. No one really pays attention when the doors slide open and a jittery man of no more than 5 feet staggers in with his eyes half closed . He slams a fist into the window with determinable force but alas … plexiglass doesn’t break. It just recoils. I immediately walk 2 doors down but everyone else stays. Whatever guy, I know you’re always talking. You know I’m always watching.
A guy walks into a meaningless universe. He sees this gorgeous blonde sitting at the bar. It’s obvious she’s never read a word of Dostoevsky, much less Kierkegaard. So he says to her, “Is it meaningless in here, or is it just me?,” and she says, “My place or yours?”
