My day starts as it breaks. The sunrise coats the dark as I gather my bearings and brush the mucus from my mouth while I shower, getting rid of natural odors from my abnormal sweating during hot summer nights. It's a nasty thing being a human.
Construction work being done on the road alters commuters route(s). The bus I am on must make maneuvers around the renovations, which means I must take a detours. Public transportation gives an opportunity for one to temporarily be a sort of pg-13 voyeur.The driver snakes through alternative routes
I remain in a state of half-sleep-half-awake until I arrive at my destination: a cup of coffee. At the shop, there's news about a shooting in Kenya on the television; no one pays much attention, it's routine—there is little meaning in a ridiculous situation when everyone is accustomed to everything. The only "normal" reaction to a ridiculous situation is a ridiculous one. Most of them face down nose in cyberspace and I feel suddenly down cast; I rush to grab the phone from my pocket. No text. No missed calls. No status updates. No chisme. These little nothings cover a larger nothing. It feels good to avoid the void, until it comes rushing at you 100 miles per hour, engulfing your sensations and subtly causing goosebumps and a sensation of absurdity similarly reflected in the tele.
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