On the bus I share my seat with an old man. He talks in English, though no one including himself is English. He told someone to give over his seat to him; he didn’t. Turns out the person he asked was I, but he didn’t mind, thank heavens for that!
There was a girl standing, her hands holding the roof bar that the standing passangers are supposed to hold onto. Her bag touched the old man’s beard, and he was irked; more manifest in his change of language. He scolded the girl thoroughly, but the girl really lived her Delphic type – self-disciplined youth.
These Delphic types where lively everywhere around, one only needs to look for them, though this is not my point. But do I really have any point at all? Or does my point become yours as well? Or do I have to weave a magic spell of Poe?
Anyways, I remember thoroughly pondering about the old man, and thinking of myself in his place. Will I be the same as him? Another delphic type? I mean not an individual but either a conformist and a good old man hence, or a badass?
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