Sitting on a train to work I can’t decide if we’re missing life, each of us, or if this is life condensed. Close-sitting commuters wait for the day – already begun – to start and all other places and people fly past in the streets. In buildings. In cars and buses.
I suppose it all depends if you agree that you ever truly arrive anywhere finally rather than arriving every second or, oppositely, never actually departing at all.
It’s all very arbitrary really, in terms of meaning, I suppose. It’s about objective perception. Nonetheless, I can’t help but think commuting is a peculiar abstraction in terms of experience and act compared to more considered travel.
Really it just seems odd to be able to travel through places and never really be aware of it, foucsed all the time on the destination. The moment of release where ‘life’ resumes.
Miniblog: Commuting
Sitting on a train to work I can’t decide if we’re missing life, each of us, or if this is life condensed. Close-sitting commuters wait for the day – already begun – to start and all other places and people fly past in the streets. In buildings. In cars and buses.
I suppose it all depends if you agree that you ever truly arrive anywhere finally rather than arriving every second or, oppositely, never actually departing at all.
It’s all very arbitrary really, in terms of meaning, I suppose. It’s about objective perception. Nonetheless, I can’t help but think commuting is a peculiar abstraction in terms of experience and act compared to more considered travel.
Really it just seems odd to be able to travel through places and never really be aware of it, foucsed all the time on the destination. The moment of release where ‘life’ resumes.