I got out of the packed, smelly train in a late, cool October night. A quite older woman rushed past me, but not without giving me that look. Bewildered. As if she was asking me something I couldn’t quite grasp at that time. Without giving it a further extrinsic thought (it was already tightening up my organs in a way…
Sometimes, as snow is fluttering, painting hundreds, thousands of quadrant meters into a dazzling shade of white, I start wondering what we, all of us, who simultaneously observe the spectacle from the very edges of our windows, have in common. What is it which drives us uniformly? Does something like that exist, anyway? Memories? Habits? Traits? Non, of this. Well,…