This day I question the same thoughts I would have thought unquestioningly two days ago.
A man reaches into his bag beside me on the tram. I wonder if he will pull out a gun. He doesn't pull out a gun.
Today I wonder if this thought is safe. I question my safety.
A man reaches into his bag beside me on the tram. He pulls out a pen. He points to his ticket and asks me to write down on it the time it will expire.
Today I wonder if my reactions are the same as they were a few days ago.
I take the man's pen and circle 12:00 on his ticket. I look up and smile at the man. The man shakes his head and asks me to write the number down for him.
Twelve. I write beside 12:00. Twelve.
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