The Journey Home.

[sexnazi]

It's seven-thirty.  People pace along the train platform.  I see them and I don't see them.  They are all the same to me:  homogenized humanity in their nylon jackets and wool coats.  When I walk through crowds, dodging slow grandmas in their knitted vests and overtaking chatting college students more intent on their conversations than keeping with

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[whoaitsrobin]

"and i'm almost home" ... i don't think you had to puzzle over the wording of the lufthansa ads after that. those same ads have been sticking in my head.

you don't get home from work until 8:30? ugh!