Peak hour on the tube. Packed in like human sardines. Grocery shopping on the ground, cradled between legs. Was weary and weighing up some things in my mind, I turned my head and saw his arm. He let me take a photo of it which was nice of him.
Am wondering if life is just one big happy accident. Did the universe simply expand and contract until one day life decided to appear? Have all these random, chance events let me to this point right here? Is it all meaningless or am I simply searching for something that is not really there?
6 months ago