Decisive Moment Number Eight: The guy with the purple jacket. 28/01/2020
Again, I was in the bus. I feel like when I’m in the bus I see a lot of things happening, maybe because it is a time where you’re kinda free from everything and just traveling. These busses have a piece in the middle that is movable because of the turns they have to make. There are two chairs in that particular place, across from each other. It’s a nice place because you have a lot of space just for you. I was sitting at one of those chairs and there was this guy sitting in the other chair. He was sleeping. Had a bag on his lap and was bowed over it. He wore a purple jacket and had the capuchon of the jacket over his head so you were not able to see his face. He also wore a grey cap under his capuchon, with a red sticker on it. He also carried a cardboard box with him, on the side of the chair and he held it with two fingers of his right arm. I cannot remember what the color of his pants were, because the bag, that was totally black and had the form of a shopper, was all over his pants. His jacket was very big so that was covering a lot too, because he bend over his knees. His shoes were brown and they were hiking boots for sure. I think he was somewhere between the 20 and 30 years old, not too much light, because there are no windows in the movable part of the bus. People stared at him, so did I. It felt a bit weird and he felt a bit uncomfortable I guess. I think this is one of the many occasions that I will stamp this moment with ‘big city thing’ because I’m not used to this when I’m home.
Even though water cleanses everything, it does not remove make-up... it is so easy to keep up you mask even though society thinks you are your true self.