I Cared

I sat in a subway train, filled with poker-faced passengers. None of them cared to find out my stories. All they were fixated on was their smart phone screens.

I sat in a dimly lit street, walked on by winter-coated, shivery people. None of them cared to slow down to find out my stories. All they were fixated on was the direction, which would lead them back to the comfort of their home sweet home.

I sat in front of a radio technician desk, listening to and watching a live guest, who’s telling her stories from the other side of the studio window. I cared to find out her stories. In showing interest in a stranger, I was surprised to discover that she was actually telling my stories with her words.

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