Fleeting Conversations with Strangers

I remember this two-hour train ride somewhere abroad. I was talking to this guy about Philippine cacao beans and Van Gogh’s neurosis and weighted-average cost of capital, and there was a moment when he was looking at me with this silly expression of ‘this person is really cute’. I kept thinking about it because I wouldn’t understand how someone would look at me that way, because I just spilled coffee all over this stranger’s suit a few minutes ago; and more so because he was listening with great intensity as I was talking about something so mundane as corporate finance.

I collect stories of spontaneous encounters and treat them like fairy tales; Transient souls I would probably never encounter again; fleeting moments that would probably never happen in my lifetime again. It makes me feel more human; brief reminders that I will never be in complete control of life and fate.

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