When nothing special is happening

When nothing in particular is happening.

Most days pass without distinction.
Nothing demands attention. Nothing insists on meaning.
And, honestly, that is not a problem — it is often a relief.

This conversation begins there.
In the middle of days that do not need to be improved.

There is no programme.
No objective hiding behind the words.
No moment to capture or justify.

It is about something banal — a morning, a train, a silence at work.

Time moves slowly, like coffee that goes cold while nobody minds.
Nothing special happens — and that, precisely, is what makes the table agreeable.