20/05/2025
I saw someone crying in their car today. I was walking back from getting coffee, same route as always, and there they were, just parked on the side of this quiet street, windows up, head in their hands. The kind that feels private even if you accidentally witness it. I slowed down without meaning to, like I could somehow absorb a little bit of what they were feeling and make it lighter. But then I just kept walking. What else do you do?

It stuck with me the rest of the day. Not in an "I need to fix it" way, more like I remembered I’m not the only person who feels like the walls are a little too close sometimes. There’s something weirdly comforting about that.

Other than that, the day was kind of a blur. I kept forgetting what I was doing mid-task.  I ate half a granola bar for lunch and didn’t realize until hours later. Not in a cool "I’m so busy" way, just in a "where did the time go and why is there almond dust on my keyboard" way.

I guess what I’m trying scribble to say is, today was quiet. Not good, not bad.
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man i’ve been that person in the car. it’s weird how you can feel totally invisible and exposed at the same time..
I saw someone cry in a stairwell once and thought about them for weeks.
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