Life in the Underworld
It's just gone 17.07 this Tuesday afternoon and it's that time of the day when one simply is a zone they'd rather not be. Caught up in a constant work flow, lost in the stark oblivion and wondering just how one got caught up in the this whole process of feeding another human being's pockets so well. I don't think I'll ever understand capitalism and the whole notion of being competitive. We labour perennially to keep the cogs in action, the wheel of life moving lest we miss the gravy train.
Well lately I do think I've been lost in this worrisome underworld. I wonder if moving to the big bad city has hardened my senses and made me less a human being and more an animal. Treating life as though it's a competitive sport: the race for the morning shower before the room mates fet hold of the water; the brisk walk to the tube station out pacing the suit playing with his Blackberry; the shove into the crowded train (sorry old lady!); the dash for the office dodging the militant cyclists and irritating black cabs. All this to spend the ten hours plotting and planning on ways to beat the competition that lies hiding somewhere in cyberspace.
Sad, really sad! The monster has consumed me and like Jonah, I must to find my way out.
Well lately I do think I've been lost in this worrisome underworld. I wonder if moving to the big bad city has hardened my senses and made me less a human being and more an animal. Treating life as though it's a competitive sport: the race for the morning shower before the room mates fet hold of the water; the brisk walk to the tube station out pacing the suit playing with his Blackberry; the shove into the crowded train (sorry old lady!); the dash for the office dodging the militant cyclists and irritating black cabs. All this to spend the ten hours plotting and planning on ways to beat the competition that lies hiding somewhere in cyberspace.
Sad, really sad! The monster has consumed me and like Jonah, I must to find my way out.
