The girl opposite me has switched off her device but leaves the plugs in her ears. She gives me a weak smile as if she recognizes something but directly turns away and looks outside. She hasn't seen me. She was just about to get off. Below her throat a blush is blooming as if she is suddenly aware of something that must have been there unseen for some time. That looking becomes seeing is not inevitable. You need to switch off a gaze to do it.
The ubiquity of music can no longer be rolled back.
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