wonder deconstruction

one of those days, you know, when you just wonder. then you think about it. then you wonder again. so i wonder...

to the guy holding what was left of his shoe:
you wanted a hug. you mentioned running for your life. you mentioned all the people you were with died right in front of you. you spoke of hunger and fatigue and what was left of your shoe. it seemed stricken and worn. so were you. it was not normal seeing you in the train speaking about something so horrible. my trips to school were not always like this. but you wanted everyone to know. of the horror, the grief, the guard who closed the gate. you needed a hug. i could not give you one. i did not. i had law midterms to worry about and this slts general assembly for strains.

by the end of the assembly noch mentioned 70 or so people died for some game show in some place near that train station where i saw you. you were suddenly there in that room again. you still wanted a hug. i now wanted to give you one. i did not. such inhumanity i just could not believe. what is left of your shoe does not prove anything of what happened. whoever you were with did not die, no they did not. you were not running for your life.

but you did. i do not know. God showed me magnifico tonight. i got tears for the boy. maybe for you too. but what good does it bring you. none. i pray

we'll see what we can do. we do what we can.
we better. some game show should not make us realize that.

but the film was happy. i am happy. you will be happy. so will what is left of your shoe