Weirdo on a train
I love watching weirdos do their weirdo things. There was this girl on my usual train, maybe on her late twenties. She occupied a window seat, with her hands pressed around her ankles, and her head against the window. She had this look of pure wonder on her face. She spent the entire journey like that, without once checking her phone or anything like that. Eventually she fell asleep, her messy brown hair cascading slightly on the seat behind her. She got off at Rabat, walking like a cat trying not to be seen. A secretive, almost half shy smile on her face, as she sneaked off with the train wonders in her heart. I instinctively recognized her as a fellow weirdo and loved her for it. I don’t meet many of those these days. -- Speaking of cats, let me talk to you about Sphinx, an old cat adopted by my old building complex. He was calm, quiet and detached, the way old cats often are, with spotless white fur and deep, lazy emerald eyes. There was this older gentleman who happen...