Dinner in familiar lives

KFC - Ayala MRT station

I was in a corner, eating shrimp rice and soup just about past 8 while I was waiting for the MRT line to shrink down. It was simply another evening in another night in the same life. These were things that are always kept in repeat.

I noticed this man in front of me, having dinner all the same. He was alone, as was I, and as well as the others who were doing the usual rounds--work, eat, sleep. It never stops. Tomorrow, we would be waking up, taking baths, dressing up, then off to work.

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It never seems enough.