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It's quite an isolated life I'm leading this summer: cubicle by day, staring at the computer; gym by evening, staring at the monitor; TV at night, scaring at the screen.
It's like I'm living in my head and only in my head without the external reinforcement that comes from contact with other people. Real contact, I mean - conversations, commiseration.
The T home from work is always so crowded that everyone's standing and packing in and swaying and bumping into each other. We stand closer than I stand to anyone all day, and I can smell the professor's sweat and the lawyer's perfume and count the pimples on the gawky kid's neck.
And each person's eyes are fixed in an infinitismally different direction, and if there's any contact between two sets of eyes, both will twitch away. But our eyes wander back to each other and we observe our fellow strangers, because we're fascinating.
It's like I'm living in my head and only in my head without the external reinforcement that comes from contact with other people. Real contact, I mean - conversations, commiseration.
The T home from work is always so crowded that everyone's standing and packing in and swaying and bumping into each other. We stand closer than I stand to anyone all day, and I can smell the professor's sweat and the lawyer's perfume and count the pimples on the gawky kid's neck.
And each person's eyes are fixed in an infinitismally different direction, and if there's any contact between two sets of eyes, both will twitch away. But our eyes wander back to each other and we observe our fellow strangers, because we're fascinating.