So I boarded the sBahn at a remote outpost to ride back home into the city. Looking for an empty booth, I sat down next to the booth where a very old lady sat, crouched down, evidently asleep.
As the train continued towards the city, I listened to Dave Matthew’s “Dream girl”, thinking about my love and how I would see her later again. I turned left, looked at the old lady, and thought, with tenderness: “yeah, you were a dream girl once, too.”
I then realized she might actually be dead.