my way of being social

this evening I was falling asleep on the train. last night I was on the train home falling asleep too. on the outside seat away from the window, my eyes struggled a useless fight.

there’s this huge set of days for me to work hard, and with no end in sight. pretty dismal. all smog in this situation. I’ve got my own thoughts, my clarity. and at the machine, I’m pulling my notebook up from my pocket and writing for the better masses. it’s my way of being social. I don’t stand around drinking anything by the water cooler b/c I am not a casual guy. I’d rather go home and play with my cat.