scene one. a man inside the mrt. sitting and reading the fresh daily publication. i can’t help but notice him because: i was standing directly in front of him in the crowded train; and he was incessantly picking his nose that he seems like digging deeply into a very precious goldmine. then, he pressed the accumulated mass with his thumb and forefinger, rolling them to create a perfect ball. finally he stopped, but in total profundity, perhaps thinking where he will store his treasure. his hands went deep inside his pockets. i don’t know what happened next.
scene two. a middle-aged lady maybe on her way to work just like myself. she was sitting beside the goldminer. i can’t remember if she’s reading too or in her own world listening to an mp3 player. but as the goldminer busily hoards his treasure, she suddenly stood up, at first i thought because she was afraid the miner might deposit his precious into her for safe keeping, but it later revealed that she was standing up to give her seat to another middle-aged lady with a swollen tummy. she looked definitely pregnant in my opinion. the second lady declined the seat, and said something to the first lady, smiling, laughing, and holding her stomach all at the same time. the first lady sat back. i don’t know what they talked about and i’m uncertain if the second lady was really pregnant or she just has an inflated stomach full of fats and oversized innards.
scene three. today was swimming day.
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