On
the train this morning a man presses his screen until the apples line up. A
woman gazes at an email picturing her four-year-old child. A woman checks which
day of March is today, the time and forecast temperature. A woman flicks
through ‘this autumn’ clothes catalogues. A man is plugged into a nuclear
disaster movie. The driver announces this is express to Jolimont and people
wanting stations in between should “detrain at Clifton Hill.” Why can’t he just
say “get off”? “Exit”? A man is refreshing the file for this morning’s meeting.
A man glares repeatedly at news feeds.
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