This is <a href="https://youtu.be/x_a2GA2CSOM">the other side of my brain</a>. Like a garden in the forest that the world will never see.
I saw two girls on a wooden bench. They were clearly friends, sitting close to each other, one on the seat, the other on the backrest. Both texting. Both wearing no mask. The bench was at the borders of a small garden, the grass littered with junk that came out from an overflowing bin nearby. Here we are, I said to myself: back to square one.
I was outside the pharmacy waiting my turn. There wasn't a proper queue: people sat around on a parapet outside the entrance. Everyone but me was wearing masks even if we all were distanced more than 1 mt. Barely anyone can be heard when they were talking because of the mask but especially because of the traffic going on in the street. The noise of engines never ceased, be them propelling cars around or tickling while cars were still at traffic red lights. I felt myself getting shaken more and more by that noise. It's like I noticed it for the first time. I wonder if I'm going to get accustomed to it again - and if getting accustomed means that my stress level will be constantly higher without me even being aware of it in the slightest.
A question on a dream job. Where do people who go fishing plastic out of the oceans store all of it? Asking for SWIM.