i was eating a bojangles before work on sharon amity. i’ve never been to this specific location, but the inside is fairly cramped. there were two older white men eating alone. one was writing what seemed like something of importance on his napkin, and the other was reading a book. i’m not curious enough to experience it first-hand, but i wonder how they feel when they see someone of my age. is it similar to when i see a middle-schooler? time and age have a strange, yet fascinating relationship. i feel old, but i know i’m young which makes me wonder if they feel as old as they are, are they caught up mentally as they are physically?
i guess i’ll find out one day?
-ratha, 6:15pm, 4.20.17