On the tram coming home from the city late this evening
There are a lot of tired people on the tram going home late from work. And still working. When do people ever let up?
Staring glassy-eyed into the middle distance, we are each lost to our own exhaustion, refusing to engage each other.
The ghostly back-lit screens beckon us, siren songs to the rocks of connectivity in every way but real. The full moon ignored till we briefly raise our heads to check we don't miss our stops.
After being 'on' all day, how much more can we smile and bob our heads at people who mean nothing to us?
When we can barely manage grunts and grimaces to our loved ones when we finally return home – if they are not already in bed.
posted by Mark Lawrence @ 11:25 pm
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4 Comments:
And the man keeps wanting more???
When did we give up on the idea of an 8hr working wage being enough for a man to keep his wife and kids in a house, cloths, food and frugal comfort??
Count your blessings, no-one thought you looked at them the wrong way and tried to cave your skull in.
Just a bit of perspective you understand, David will tell you I have that in spades:-)
I've got a dog who seems to think she can't go outside for a wee last thing at night unless I go with her. So, last night at midnight I went outside and leaned on the balustrade of our back decking and looked at that moon you mentioned.
The air was still and the moonlight flooded the garden so strongly that I thought I could even see colours.
So, Mark, someone took the time to stop for that moonlight. I think one of the most calming things in this busy world is to go outside at night and see how insignificant we humans are.
Unfortunately, phil, it happens, albeit with a knife.
Parlance, your recollections of your course in cosmology are having a big impact on you, aren't they?
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