Two Days at Work
Morning. I really, really, REALLY just want to go back to bed.
On the way to work. Public transportation. Eye contact is considered rude.
Afternoon. Work is done for today. Outside I'm greeted by a chilling breeze. Cold freedom.
The next morning. It feels even colder than yesterday. If we keep doing things we don't like, is it our problem or theirs? Sometimes I wonder.
Afternoon. On the way home. Do you ever like look at people and guess where they are going and what they are like?
Evening. People do exist outside the system. He didn't seem any happier though.