Jacqueline blankly stares out into the window on the subway train, she then looks at the hot cup of coffee between her palms. The dark liquid reflects her face as she mutters under her breath.

“Existence is a simplistic term, it does not represent the world for what there is to see, but rather a misleading idea. I should not be one to always assume things in their own rights. Still, the simple things are nice to enjoy, and I should not forget that.”