no matter how fast they run, they just don't seem to be going anywhere.
one of the little joys of having to travel a long distance to get to work is the time that suddenly becomes available to you to do nothing but fret, introspect, observe and day-dream. and once you start seeing the many nameless faces traveling alongside; you see how each face that stares back at you believes it is passing you by, just as you believe you're leaving them behind.
its a rat race. truly.
and come tomorrow, here we are still - each one of us - scurrying along to our own individual victories in our daily battles.
