Making the cut

Today only one image: The Amtrak employee who saw me rushing to the train and told me that I had plenty of time. Two minutes before departure. For him two minutes is an eternity.

Why are the stories of today less compelling than that of yesterday?
Why did I chose not to recount in details the discussion I had yesterday with the clerk in the coffee shop just before going to the theater? The way he asked me about France, its racism and bigotry. The way he was called back to work by his boss and the way he asked me, as I was leaving, if I'd be back?
The endless discussion about France and the US. The endless comparison.