heading out one evening, the rain is pouring down outside and the bus is warming up inside, misting the windows. A young woman in front of me has punk badges on her bag; her ear-rings are filled with spikes and peace-signs.
She draws a cat next to her, on the window, just face and ears and whiskers and nose. The cat is looking to its right, in the direction the bus is going, and its nose looks like a small heart with two whiskers going out on each side. It´s quite square, this cat. I sit there smiling at it, and her, for a while. These small acts of humanity, of rebellion, of life.
