we can look at people and not see them in a way our unconscious does or see reflections of ourselves and not being able to see them the way they see themselves and sometimes it's funny and sometimes it's scary in the pit of our stomach like we see others and see ourselves alone. 

it's snowing again. democracy now will be about the war of the media moment not about the pandemic or the war at home and i want to tune out in a book but the books are about war and forced migration and guns everywhere in the homeland.

and meanwhile what secrets do our bodies hold?

there's a siren in the snowfall and tires whooshing on the wet street. two trains arrive at the same time and people appear and disappear and the platform is empty again.