Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
But the thing is, I know they do. I know because despite my intellect, I sometimes do very bad things.
Twice, in just one day, I did things that I know were wrong. Once, I pressed the button that locks the car doors. Later, I held on extra-tightly to a little bag that had my cigarrillos, bank cards and phone.
Both times I did that because of the appearance of the people who were in my immediate vicinity. I’m embarrassed that’s my reaction, but it is my reaction. Why can’t we say that out loud? How can we fix it if we don’t say it out loud?