mental filling

i often wonder about people whose paths i crossed for the slightest of duration decades ago.  the less back story i know the better.  perhaps a cross facial expression or a physical contortion frozen in my mind forever are the only image i have to start from.  filling in the time gap with their own personal experiences and trials and jubilation is a kind of stretching for the brain.  it requires both creativity and a pathological adherence to the notion of injustice.  no one’s fate is completely neutral.  it’s difficult for those of us who like our scales balanced but rewarding nonetheless.   when a snapshot-human’s story ends in death i am saddened.  but every once in a while a face from the past will rise above and contribute something beautiful to humanity.  i am, however, disappointed by most of their choices in life.