Again, this is a conversation without much purpose. Probably it should be going somewhere, but this is what happens in real life: people make unnecessary comments, offer unnecessary replies, create unnecessary tension, counter with unnecessary jokes to alleviate the aforementioned unnecessary tension…
On the bus last night, the last leg of the day’s travels, it was completely dark, occasionally punctuated in spots by the screens of cell phones and MP3-players. Crackers crunched, plastic bags crinkled, carbonation signed in relief at its escape from twisttop plastic bottles. Then, somewhere between Rodehiv and Horohiv, I heard an unrecognizable sound and then figured out its origin by the smell that followed. Someone was eating oranges in the dark.
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