"I feel weird about..."
"What?"
"I had been waiting for a friend at a cafe near the lake side, and for a split second I took my head up, look around people's faces and listen what they've said. Not much, only one hundred years after they will be vanished. We all will be vanished, evaporated."
"Yeah, thats something we forget during on our daily basis."
"I listened to their dreams, problems at work, relationships that failed. Not because Im so curious about their personal life but because of a bittersweet feeling haunted me that moment, I said 'fuck it, none of it really matters.' You know? Just a hundred years later different versions of us is going to take our place. They will dream about lovers, succsess, frienships, a family, being rich whatever the hell they want. Like they wanted the first, dreamed first. Like its no before or after only now and themselves. Selfish nature of human's corrupted minds and longing for immortality."
She gazed her eyes at me, noded her head like she comprehend every single word I said, or wanted me to believe so.
"Did your friend came that day?"
"I dont remember, hell, it doesnt matter."