Riding on the train in the city night, finding entertainment in the lives of those around me-all this is a vacation from my own life of responsibilities and expectations. For the moment I am free to be the silent observer, watching the perhaps drunk, certainly mentally ill man in an altercation with another person ready to fight over any imagined slight, then each gradually backing off. The ill man then beating his head against the window as he mutters to himself. What demons follow him around? The white, middle-aged couple who seem out of place, the many young and quite old, each lost in their own drama called life as the city slips by outside.
We all want to live, and yet at the slightest chance of escape from the lives we have mostly constructed for ourselves, we jump. What fools are we?
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