Every time we sit next to each other in total silence, only united by the choice to sit next to each other, instead of choosing someone else. And yet we touch only superficially, each of us still for himself. Alone, untouched. United only during those minutes, when the professor informs us about English writers and their works.

I know only her. Him, I've never met. Their acquaintance is superficial as well. Consisting merely of fleeting moments. From time to time we whisper into each other's ears, sharing our thoughts, laughing quietly after making some ironical or sarcastic remark.

But as soon as the lecture is over, we simply nod at each other with a small smile and a friendly wink in our eyes and then go our separate ways. This is all we share - fleeting moments.

art, people, and street image girl, train, and aesthetic image