All things were together, infinite both in number and in smallness; for the small too was infinite.
Anaxagoras
Never trust a street rat. Their main course is survival a thief if you will. The gift of the gab, surviving off merely pennies but the wits of a millionaire.
I’m coming home for Christmas, not because I want to but for the family I have left. My name is Charlie and Last year I lost my mother to Covid and that’s just the tip of the iceberg of unfortunate events that happened. This time of the year is joyous for most but for me it’s just a constant reminder of what doesn’t exist anymore. Pain and agony and thoughts of lost love , relationships and places that have perished. Standing as the train approaches “takes a long deep sigh ” After losing my mother my family separated, things were ripped apart with feuding over worldly possessions and money. They lost vision of what life is about. “So yeah I’m not thrilled at all to see these scavengers but traditions are traditions”. You could hear a faint bell at a distance ringing from the train. “All Aboard!!!!!!” He takes a long pull of his cigar before putting it out on the wall. Grabs his luggage and boards the train…