The world is such a contradictory place.
You could be separated by few blocks of office buildings, and yet you might never see each other for a lifetime.
Hell, you might even be in the same bed, and yet you might never see eye to eye with each other.
And you might be separated by oceans, and you might bump into each other in the most random ways and places.
"It's such a small world." they said.
It could be big if the cascade of fate decided otherwise.
It's inevitable, really.
You could be trapped in the same web, the same headspace and the same problems, and yet you might be blind to the strings connecting you, incidentally.
Like a cigarette, I burn ever so destructively.
지나간 건 지나간 일이고.