April 17, 2016

We were sitting around the the stone table and the person in front of me accusingly said “You actually do care, don’t you?” She mentioned how I would always sit a little differently in my chair with my legs crossed whenever the topic came up. Meanwhile I was trying to split a cup into two halves by tracing a line where I wanted them to separate. I wasn’t too long until the earthquake hit and sunlight beamed down unto the surface through the collapsed concrete roof. For a brief moment everything felt like it was in slow motion as time itself went through a rippling effect. The thought of doing anything afterwards just felt so pointless that I didn’t bother to move beyond turning my head to the left and asking if everyone else also felt the slight disturbance of time.