She started nodding at the song’s rhythm miming the crowd around her, despite finding herself not enjoying that music in any possible way.
I went to the beach today. It was mild. I thought about taking off my jacket, but then I didn’t. It would have been too cold otherwise. Off season, the sky was dull enough to make the beach look appropriately empty. Some occasional, timid sunshine to make my face squint. I set my headphones to some music that sounds inappropriate anywhere else. I walked slowly. I had to, I’ve just undergone an operation. Some odd footprints on the foreshore. Could it be my native inhabitant of the desert island? My Monday? That’s the day today. But they are feet with a stick. Possibly wood. Possibly an old man. Funny how quickly this image took shape in my mind. An abandoned boat laying enthroned on the sand. Must have been at least 40 years old. I wish I could go back in time today. Or forward. As to tell my future children to not trust anyone. To not follow any advice. Not even, not especially, mine.
An Asian girl staring at her blueish electronic rectangle. A bored middle-aged couple staring at the corners of their private spaces in muteness. The bartender taking care of the stains on the glasses with a dirty cloth.
Nobody really cared for the talented musician on the stage. He shut his eyes though and kept on screaming harder in the microphone.
He saw the three digits on the white label – without counting the decimals -, it was slightly less of what he just withdrew from the ATM, the lack of sound in his new lonely apartment was more important than his miniaturized bank account, he grabbed the package and went to the till.