Conversations.

Had this wonderful conversation with a guy on the metro who was reading a book by an author that the Artist recommended to me over dinner last night.


He told me of something:

A few days ago, I realized the saddest thing I think I have ever come to the realization of. I realized that I'm going to die before I have a chance to read everything I've ever wanted.


With that statement, we exited the train and continued chatting walking to the exit - me mulling over his words.

I realized.


I left my black pumps on the metro.