Sometimes they appear.
Isn’t it horrible that we all use the same air to breathe?
A man in a bus number eighty four exhales
The very same air is breathed in by a woman standing nearby
It penetrates into her lungs
It gets to an uncountable number of pulmonary alveoli
And then further into the bloodstream
Oxyhemoglobin to feed every single body cell
And all that happens from sixteen to twenty four times per minute
We’re closer to each other more than we assume
Isn’t it horrible?
Oh, what an impermanent fusion
Like the transitory nature of human relationships