July 15, 2019
At Ayala station a man showed up one day at the spot I usually look at to check for notes from my friends. He was playing an accordion. On the turn-back I tried to get a better look at him. He was familiar yet distant. I feel like I know him yet his presence was jarring. I could hear his accordion faintly, he was playing Vincent that first day. My mother's favorite song. Beside him a cat was curled up. They stayed there for two more days. Whenever I passed by the cat was usually walking away from him.