Lost in the Quworld

Sunday Morning Thoughts

Another weekend pulls to close to a blistering end. And tomorrow we shall all be forced back into our various weekly activities, activities that mean some of us fail to interact with those few people we love the most, activities that are, for a lot of people, a complete waste of time. 

None of us like to believe we are followers in a system, nothing more than robots filling in and out of our duties, but as the music from my headphones fades into another bass filled song and I walk towards the escalators of Highbury and Islington station, the click-clack of shoes against the cold underground floors, resembles that of a military march. I try to block it out by repeatedly clicking the plus button, on another tool of capitalism, but now the sound is looping in my head. Click-Clack, Click-Clack. Everyone walks in silent, devoid of personality, for a good few minutes frustration wants to escape me. I want to shake every single person walking down the escalators, obliterate their robotic routines. And then I get to the platform it all levels out again. My switch has obviously been flipped back to robotic, mindless, systematic, at least until my day is over.

Life..

Free will?