I watched a woman fall on the train and have a seizure.
It was a bewildering experience that left me cold on the edges of my clavicle.
She was laying there, plain as day, shaking violently in the middle of rush hour.
It was interesting to see the quick response actions of caring and honest people.
Not at all what’s portrayed in the day-to-day public sphere of our disconnected propaganda.
The most interesting part was when she was on the floor, her hand reached out to grab someone’s hand.
In a moment, you understood the simple truth.
It was a true moment of honesty.
To be in a state of repetitive unconscious physical attack, and yet in the subconscious,
still wanting to embrace another.
Simple. Honest. Horrific.