I sat on the black stone bench around the library eating my chips with mayo and curry and onions. Looking at the faces of the people walking past. Some were distrustful. Some were closed up inside. Some were thinking of what they were going to do. Some were not thinking at all. Some were talking. Some were listening.
I moved to the wooden benches around the Blaak station. I looked at the birds.
I got my veggies. More tomatoes, some apples, some strawberries.
Then into the Albert Heijn. Cookies, cottage cheese, food for my cats, eggs.
Strange how the world simply goes on and on all the time. It simply doesn’t stop and think. No time.