I watched a man drop his groceries today. Apples rolled everywhere, and he just sat there on the wet pavement for a long moment. No one helped. They just walked around him. I wanted to pick up the apples, but I was afraid my hands would shake. I keep thinking about what makes someone just... stop like that. The weight must be immense. My father said kindness is a structural flaw. I am beginning to understand what he meant, but I refuse to believe it. The apples were very red against the gray concrete.