I’ve made a conscious effort to not be late this morning. Now my train is late and I’m left at the platform freezing my Two Door Cinema Club off. Oh wild joys of commuting. I assumed the platform would be empty at this goddamn hour but if anything it is busier than my normal time. What are all these people playing at? Were there families awake when they left the house this morning? Did they get to say goodbye to their loved ones? I doubt it.
It’s a curious existence. We all jam ourselves into an electric box on wheels and then avoid each others eyes for forty-five minutes. It definitely makes the idea of sunny days a lot more appealing.