curiosity... resurrected the lynx

(what's in it?)

...killing the cat is a little over dramatic as i hear peers voice their arguments for the "what a person doesn't know can't hurt them" phrase.

so i pondered this on the subway this morning as i coincidentally sat down next to an empty seat. next to my seat, i curiously noticed a single brown paper bag. who did this belong to? what was in it? if i opened it would a can of paint explode in my face?

an inquiring mind has never cut me in half (literally)...so why the hesitation?

i didn't open it.
maybe i should have?