United by a song

The sound of the vegetables crunching inside two people's mouths, that was the only audible sound coming from the living creatures in the house.

Comfortable clothes and accessories spread all around the kitchen.And two people facing each other. A father. A child.

They ignore what they have done in the morning, they don't wanna know about it, they don't even think about it. What has been done is just part of the ordinary lives they lead.

If they had profound thoughts they wouldn't share them. Is way too hard having to put out in the world your mystical beliefs, imagine how to share them with family, those who have a very well defined idea of who you are.

You think at least strangers don't expect nothing from you, you get to be somebody they don't happen to know and if you are a good person, a cashier or a prophet they really don't care.

Faces aiming at their own plates, prick the food, chew the food, swallow the food over and over again until the plate comes out clean as they taught you to do, cause a well behaved person finishes his plate.

And you hope the person at the other side of the table will not attempt to a conversation, you already know it wouldn't work, because you are so alike but so far away.

They stand there united by a song that is ironically titled "For your own benefit".