Curate, connect, and discover
Wasn’t that a strange thought? That other people existed and had their own thoughts and feelings and lives and experiences. Alice usually tried not to think about it. She hated it. The thought that the things she does actually affect other people. Consequences. What a strange word. Con-se-quen-ces. Alice knew that word. It meant “a result or effect, typically one that is unwelcome or unpleasant”. They had gotten it in last week's spelling test. Alice had gotten it right. Her teacher had given her a sticker.
Alice had felt proud.
What did she feel now?
Her head hurt.
It was cold. She thoughts so at least.
She kept humming.
Alice saw the traffic light turn red. She thought of how harsh the colour looked. She imagined it was a cut bleeding out, her eyes happily providing the same image, making it all look like blurs of stretched out light. She saw the headlights of the cars, heard the honking, and felt the rumble of the ground as the truck hit her.
Alice also forgot that her actions, also affected her.
“What makes me different?” Alice asked. Robin gave her a soft smile. “You’re kind. Naturally. You don’t force it. It’s not about people liking you. You find ways to talk to people, even if you have nothing in common, You ask questions, out of genuine curiosity, not because you feel obligated to.” Alice frowned. “But I’m not a good person. “No, but I don’t think anyone is a good person. But you’re a good friend.” A silence followed. Alice had never seen herself the way Robin saw her. She wondered how Robin saw herself. “I think you’re wrong," Alice said “Mhm?” Robin hummed in response. “I think there can be good people. I believe you're a good person. Isn't that enough?” Robin wanted to protest, but Alice gave her a stern look. She sighed. Alice would find out soon. Robin was not a good person. She was far from it.