zeros and ones.
i felt like the robot for the first time in this city yesterday evening.
on bart. waiting for the doors to open to get off in a line.
walking through the tunnel. up the stairs. in the same steps as the person in front of me; and behind.
at the top of the stairs. pulling out my ticket; getting ready to slip it through the slot. like so many others before me. pausing slightly to not hit the barriers before they open.
walking, not standing on the escalator. this is where robot zone enters my conscious. walking dilligently up the escalator stairs. feeling 'the burn'. not hesitating at the top. just going. going on with the night.
nobody looks eachother in the eye.
i smile. was i? i can't recall.
but tonight i try to redeem myself by giving the homeless men at ground level my leftover north beach pizza.
on bart. waiting for the doors to open to get off in a line.
walking through the tunnel. up the stairs. in the same steps as the person in front of me; and behind.
at the top of the stairs. pulling out my ticket; getting ready to slip it through the slot. like so many others before me. pausing slightly to not hit the barriers before they open.
walking, not standing on the escalator. this is where robot zone enters my conscious. walking dilligently up the escalator stairs. feeling 'the burn'. not hesitating at the top. just going. going on with the night.
nobody looks eachother in the eye.
i smile. was i? i can't recall.
but tonight i try to redeem myself by giving the homeless men at ground level my leftover north beach pizza.