thinking about hiding from the bitter cold, nestled under fluorescent lighting and hunched over a screen while worrying if anyone else will ask about your mask.
thinking about sitting with oily hands in a too-warm and too-yellow room, food smells and heats around you, as you look at a black terminal and try to read the white text.
thinking about standing next to a group of your friends' friends as they drink and laugh, talking amongst themselves and bringing up references you don't understand, and then you hear one of the most beautiful guitar performances you've ever heard, and suddenly it doesn't matter.
thinking about meeting someone new, walking around for a few tens of minutes, and then departing, exchanging pleasantries but never a true thought.
thinking about pulling a locked door handle, walking around do not enter signs, opening the other door only to enter the same room, wondering who put such limitations in place and why.
thinking about walking blearily through the warm inside, dragging your transportation behind you, while the sky above shines with fog and greyness.
thinking about every time you got a food you didn't want because it was socially convenient, every time you paid $20 for a repackaged bowl of too-spicy noodles, every time you suffered the worry of oily hands and mouth for a little bit of social ease.
thinking about sitting under the lunar eclipse, stomach warm with homemade dough, lost in thought, appreciating the liminal time between calendar events.