Opened and Closed

It was barely raining. Don't ask me from whence I came or where I was heading. I know I stood at a bus stop. Or a tram stop. Which was it? No matter. A newspaper blew my way, opened at my feet, and immediately closed as if knowing already that I couldn't understand it. It flopped over, displaying its back cover, then moved on to the eyes of the next man in line, the next bundle of jackets and scarves on a brisk Spring morning. We all watched it while fiddling with gloved fingers.

I wish people were never treated the way we treated that newspaper. But they are. They are overexposed at times, and still no one pays attention... or worse, no one is able to.