As I was on my way to work and listening to all the same songs while riding the same two buses I began to just drift away. And then suddenly I began to wonder how'd I end up doing everything I did today? When I follow a routine, I become a droid. A sad and mindless droid who's unable to really live out. Everything about my journey seemed so automatic, too automatic. It freaks me out that I live like this.
And when I was at work, I began to fall in love with the noises that a vacuum makes. It was really strange but it sounded like a symphony at one point. Except there was a tall, blank-stare man walking towards me as the eerie and pressuring noises of the vacuum grew louder and louder. It was a stupid funny concept that continued to build in my head during my 30minuet vacuuming chore.
Once again, I can't believe I live like this.