The soup of sadness

There is a small cafeteria downstairs, where people in suits go to buy sandwiches from a girl with pierced cheeks. It is she who chooses the music. Today, we sat with our soup and listened to the strains of some young woman whining sparsely over a piano, and it made the soup and the businesspeople seem so sad and pointless! The soup and the suits of sadness. Such is the power of music.