Ways of being in the world.

This summer, I was on a train ride, and the (white) woman next to me was (older) with a wrinkled face and she said something about travelling from Kentucky from some relatives to go see other relatives, the implication being that her living situation was a little unsettled, and we didn’t talk too much, but there was some kind of major sort of lower-middle class vibes coming off of her, like the kind of feeling you’d get from a person who watches too many soap operas.

And, she pulled out her smartphone, and ended up playing Candy Crush for most of the trip.

“Ah!”, I thought. “Finally, I see the kind of person who plays Candy Crush!”