-$0.64 underground
I walk along the tunnel to the train station, against the current of commuters in their formal wear,like an infinite school of salmon running upstream to their mating waters. There's a rush of exhilaration in moving against them, a sort of rebellion, like the effect of rock'n'roll had back in the day which seems amiss in the music of today. If I could only wander into the minds of each, what would they be thinking at this very moment...
"I'm gonna be late."
"The proposal's not done. The Boss is gonna kill me."
"Damn this shoes' are tight."
"Does this skirt make my ass look big?"
"Get out of my way, Lady. If you're pregnant, stay home."
"Did i turn off the stove? God tell me I turned off the stove."
"Can i get some fries with that shake? Yow-zah!"
"Get out of my way!"
"What are you looking at, punk-ass kid?"
I could only smile. It is a similar sight at the escalators. I can't help but glance across to the other side where the escalator was weighted down by similar salmon, now resembling more like a chopper full of army men just waiting to jump off at the end and parachute themselves to the ticket gantry.
At the back of my mind I know that in a few years time, I might join this throng of mindless zombies in their endless pursuit for financial freedom. Is that my fate? I've always hoped for greater things but doesn't everyone hope for that. Am I a societal norm or the deviant that I make out to be? The fork in the road is here. All I need to do is choose.