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What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? -it's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.””
This quote accumulates my entire thoughts about the way that everyone lives; you’re always driving away from someone. Always going to somewhere else, some unknown destination if even recognised by the name it, it is a void in your mind, a stranger that is present but whose face you cannot quite make out. It scares me, and it is also what I will be doing in a week. Moving to a new life in London with an underground system I cannot comprehend and people who wilfully ignore you on public transport. Would it kill one of them to acknowledge another of their kind? Everyone has a form of distraction on the tube, be it a newspaper, an Ipod and I, well I stand there and smile at people, try and talk to them. Each person on there has a story and no one will ever know it, they just pass each other in the fleeting seconds of a journey shared, and yet remain isolated from one another. I find it to be a very strange occurrence. You don’t know which of them could be a potential friend, which of them has many shared interests with you, human beings by nature are not solitary creatures but if an alien came to investigate the humanoids, and bore witness to what happens on the tube, he would not reach this conclusion, He would think us all inanimate, lifeless beings who’s lack of eye contact (if he understood the significance of) was incredible. Perhaps the tube dehumanises us, turns into the very likeness of the figurative alien investigating us.
This quote accumulates my entire thoughts about the way that everyone lives; you’re always driving away from someone. Always going to somewhere else, some unknown destination if even recognised by the name it, it is a void in your mind, a stranger that is present but whose face you cannot quite make out. It scares me, and it is also what I will be doing in a week. Moving to a new life in London with an underground system I cannot comprehend and people who wilfully ignore you on public transport. Would it kill one of them to acknowledge another of their kind? Everyone has a form of distraction on the tube, be it a newspaper, an Ipod and I, well I stand there and smile at people, try and talk to them. Each person on there has a story and no one will ever know it, they just pass each other in the fleeting seconds of a journey shared, and yet remain isolated from one another. I find it to be a very strange occurrence. You don’t know which of them could be a potential friend, which of them has many shared interests with you, human beings by nature are not solitary creatures but if an alien came to investigate the humanoids, and bore witness to what happens on the tube, he would not reach this conclusion, He would think us all inanimate, lifeless beings who’s lack of eye contact (if he understood the significance of) was incredible. Perhaps the tube dehumanises us, turns into the very likeness of the figurative alien investigating us.