Not to be bitter in a world like this feels impossible. Watching the news makes me feel repulsed. Justice is lost in so many ways. How could they? And why? Greed? 

  So many simple answers, but still yet we cannot find a solution. It's much easier to lose faith. 

 Having a sensitive soul in a world like this can be torturous. But those who are used to being numb call this suffering "Weakness", and their numbness "Strength."  I refuse to go numb, but I also refuse to feel helpless. I am careful enough to water myself and stay sensitive, careless enough to tune in some numbness to keep living. But I learned all that from others. Solitude would have pushed me over to the edge. Luckily, I am not alone in this boat. I have companions. 

 Yesterday, I made some random newspaper, a fake news report about vegetables running in a race. I looked at the pictures carefully and decided who's the winner and ran the news in my head, typed out the article, interviewed a few people around me who reminded me of those vegetables, and added their responses.They all had a good laugh. In the morning, I printed out the paper as if it were the most important news in the universe along with some questions I had in mind and went out to the town. I watched people in the corner of the street, and asked them politely if it was Ok to ask them ten, rather absurd, questions. They happily complied, and chuckled right where I intended them to. One boy went so far as to tell me "That was magnificent. Thanks." I smiled. “My pleasure.”  

See what I can do with my time? This is the magic of language. And I do this with such urgency. As if doing so would save a soul. 

"Express yourself, while the freedom is there."

 One of the couples who answered the questions was so lovely. The girl was wearing a short baby pink tank top and a pair of blue jeans, which made her stand out. The way she looked at the boy made me smile. "I think I know your answer." She said gently each time she heard the question. And then she thought for herself too. "Can I answer too?" "You are more than welcome." I said. Of course, I just love women too much to put them on the spot.   

 "These were really interesting questions." The boy said. His eyes were sparkling with curiosity. " Thank you." I was pleasantly surprised. I never imagined that I could get myself through to them. "Can I ask you what you are going to do with the answers?" The girl asked me. 

 It was then that my friend and I both realized we were not planning anything out of this. "We are going to analyze it later." We simply answered, But on the train, we decided to make a news video about it and report it. Based on nothing. That’ll be our concept. We will base our analysis on nothing, unlike Freud who pretended to know what women wanted. We do not know and therefore we base it on nothing. But it might mean something, because the borderline between nothing and something is so frail, says quantum mechanics.