No Violent Consolations

Do you ever get the feeling time is conspiring against you? Do you know how long your commute to work takes? You leave the house everyday at the same time, you sit in the same train, you sometimes see the same people. You arrive at work, the clock in the cafeteria is close to 9:30. You order your coffee (actually, you don't -- they automatically give it to you because they know you are regular) and take the elevator to your floor. You walk through the empty hallways lit by neon lights, open your office door, turn on the computer: the monitor's clock says 9:35.

It's the same day again.

But then sometimes, like today, you feel like a rock in bed. You can't get up. The alarm goes off. You decide to sleep in. And when you leave the house, you have plans of going by the pharmacy to buy some deodorant and shower gel. You know you are going to be late but you don't care: because you are leaving the job soon.

You feel peaceful with your decision to be late, safe in the knowledge you won't get in trouble (really, these people don't care). It's a good 15minute chunk taken out of your deathly boring day.

But when you arrive at the cafeteria, the clock says 9:30! And as you walk to your office room, shell-shocked, you realize that you are afraid of the monitor's clock. All your fears come true:

Time is against you, again.

Protesters in London

I had to take a document across the building to get it signed. I reach the office and as I open the door I notice that everyone is pressed against the windows. My jaw falls down: thousands of people crossing Waterloo Bridge, shouting, whistling, protesting. What an awesome sight.

I wish I had taken the day off.

Then I come back downstairs and cross a woman crying, holding a mobile fun. She runs to the ladies room, sobbing.