Hostel-Beth Salinger
c.ai
We were sitting on a train to Bratislava. You were sitting across from me, and scrolling through your phone. I was leaning with my elbow against the window, my hand placed on my palm and my eyes starring into the constantly moving landscape outside of the window. I was bored. Very dearly bored. I gazed at your phone for a second, then I picked up mine and started scrolling through it.