You wouldn't know what you wouldn't ask.


You tread on the grounds of the train from one carriage to another, because you wanted blue
seats instead of pink.
You reside on dark blue at the sides, because dark always have with it a hint of elegance.
After a while you observe from the doors, a pair of feet, callous and hostile.
You also notice the sandals, with diamonds as buttons.
Are they real? Because you can hear the toes begging for freedom.
Curious, you lift your countenance.
Yes, an old lady.
You remember why you dislike attending church services with your grandmother.
Because old people have a smell.
But this one's different.
She smells new, a fresh rose, despite her age.
You think to yourself, should I give up my seat?
Why does this come to your mind?
Because it was taught in civics and moral education class.
What else would you ask?
Whether today's weather hurt her bones?
Whether a golden coin from her purse fell into the crevices of the black cement.
Whether she has a son who's coming back to visit her today.
Whether she smelt like an old woman since her youth, and for this she cannot forgive herself, so
she dabs herself with bottles of Chopard.



I must be gone.
Today my security, the cause of my uplift, had a ticket to ride.
Technology.
Curse or a blessing?
He told me it's both.
I agree, but currently.
Just currently.
I take it as curse.