Am I going to be you?
I see you nearly every morning. You come into the coffee shop, sit in the corner alone. I don’t know what else.
Funny that I never notice.
I see you at the library. Nearly every afternoon you come in alone, scout out your spot, and then…
Like an animal it’s the motion that catches my eye.
Are you on your machine? like me?
Are you homeless? like me?
Are you lonely? like me?
Let’s pretend that if you were here right now I’d ask you these things. I’m pretty sure I never will though; people make me nervious.
But maybe I will.
Maybe that’s how we’ll change our fate.