the times to celebrate the word human

One night, whose day was full of adventure and being in a place never been before, and seeing the ocean for once in a very long time, and whose day sat on the pier pretending to read a Japanese novel for one hour as the wind slowly pushed the pages around and the sun moved further away and the air turned cold, and then, even after walking all day, walked forward again, to the nearest subway stairs leading down a dark tunnel and disappeared underground, and when a train came down the tracks whistling to a stop, slid inside the train, tired, and sat down next to normal people, one night, for the first time since being here, in a train from Yokohama, I closed my eyes to feel a swaying on my shoulder, the breathing of a person I’ll never know or see again and it was like we were sleeping together. I wondered if that person was doing the same.