Emptiness- hollowness, echoes,
Scattered thoughts with no beginning or end
A room with no corners
Walls closing in
He extends his arms out
To keep the walls and the room from collapsing on him
His very bare being
Which he is often disgusted by
But which he holds as his inalienable right
scrambles for survival
Though he didn’t choose his existence…
He wants to sit in the corner scream until
The bones of his lungs break out of his chest and skin
Then suddenly he realizes its Monday morning
And he has to get ready to go to work
Dressed up and made to look like everyone else and conform
He rushes out the door to the metro to another train station to some train
Watching all the numb faces of the city dwellers
Each busy about something
Occupied about what appears to be an important chore
No one wants to make eye contact
Except some little kids who are yet to be indoctrinated into the system
Eyes cross occasionally out of a still enduring and endearing human quality – That of curiosity…
He is lost in thought and wonders again until suddenly he is awakened from his day dream –it’s his stop to get off. Now rushing again from train station to office, together with all these able and “productive” citizens. Each on a mission to change the world,
or rather, sit behind a desk and computer and work on some issue that has come up, work as a team, be flexible, be innovative, add value, think global but act local- basically all the bullshit phrases that have been interjected into each of the consultant’s minds and repeated in different forms, and which have become the local joke on any fine day.