lunchtime Oxford-logic

in a Covered Market sushi bar
I sat next to a guy
who, sipping green tea,
said he was a blogger.
 
‘hmm interesting. money good?’
‘pays the mortgage.’
‘what do you write about?’
‘the kindness of strangers.’
‘thin on the ground that, these days.’
‘who cares? I make it all up anyway.’
‘conning people okay by you?’
 
he stroked his donnish beard,
 
‘strictly speaking I don’t mislead;
 if I describe
a chance meeting,
a conversation,
an act of charity;
surely
in the multiverse of multiverses
it must have happened somewhere…
 
if only in imagination…’
 
 ‘fair enough. see your point.’
 
after noodles
he shook my hand,
 
‘…thanks for lunch.’
 
at the counter 
he paid his bill
(contactless)  
 
and,
I discovered later,
mine.
 
 

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Guaj

The modern world leaves me standing, watching it all disappear into the sunset while eating its dust and fumes 🙁

Guaj

yup, ’bout it.

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