There are suspended moments where you decide to interact with someone or not. Most days, my curiosity gets the best of me. She was adjusting her nose ring in the bathroom mirror, with a quasi pained look. I ask "Does it hurt?" She says "Not anymore than this nose ring. Does it look infected?" My response "Does it smell infected." She laughed and I can see a crust of yellowish green infused to the pink flesh of her septum. She confesses "I'm not sure what's worse, that I thought this would be the new me or that I did it for me." The bathroom door opened as though on cue, she ducks her head and walks out.
"When you don't know where to start, so you start over." Anonymously carved into the soap dispenser of that bathroom.