This morning after trying to sleep off a night of not sleeping on a train, I was out walking and turned down a street of this blue city Jodhpur. There was a line of people sitting along curbs, waiting for some school or some thing or some Thursday to get out. I heard two men loading spit from the back of their throats before they spit, before that spit landed right at the base of my foot, one, then another. I smiled and kept moving, thinking of what their expression meant for them, thinking of how it made them feel to demonstrate themselves like that before wondering if it was all a coincidence before wondering if I really do believe the entire world revolves around me.
