the joy one gets by finding a lost object is a mathematical equation that can be counted by how much you loved the object to start with then multiplied by the amount of time, in hours or in days, to when you find it again.

unknown. 2020

Today a smile. It had been a pleasant few hours. Sometimes it is quite hard. On her feet all day, Saving her money to achieve homeownership.The dream is there, although it seems to be far away. I hand her my change. 

Myself, long awoken from my dreams. finds the simplicity that she seems to live in desirable. To be forced to sustain. To have no choice. Unaware of the other side. The cramped living quarters, An abusive colleague, a dying uncle. Worried that her wares will not sell. Always two-sides. I look down at my bleeding finger.  I Worry an infection will spread.  Unseen enemy in a world I comfortably play in. 

I have little choice myself. I will awake to also sell my wares. Hawking my products to an indifferent world. My own family, disappearing one at a time in a world ever changing. The blood has stopped, the wound seems fine.  I return on my walk, some of her wares taken away and brought to my own world.