A cup on the T

A┬ácup is taking up a seat on the T. Nobody is upset, they barely notice. They don’t care if there is stuff inside it. If anything, they hope the cup is already emptied, lest something spill over on to them. Its just a discarded cup, and if it mattered to anyone it wouldn’t be on this train. It obviously mattered at some point- but nobody can say when, why, or to whom. Now, its just taking up the seat next to me, and I’m taking up the seat next to it, and we are both going back and forth until we reach the end of the line. I wonder what happens to cups at the end of the line. I’d like to think someone collects them.

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