Repeating the encounter and the farewell, humans glow. A few things, five minutes, just talk to strangers. Yes, in a distant or negligent life, it must mean something. Just being alive, just being present is getting people something.

Something tangible, intangible irrelevant. The incident of just eating curry from this store is not absurd, it must be one of those episodes that inevitably manifested itself. The two of them are carrying vegetable curry to their mouths with a spoon, aside from me. Why am I just leaning back glass on a chair and drinking water? Well, unreasonable.