I had a "sunrise" seat on the early morning train and watched what seemed to be a scene from a Halloween movie unfold over the Hudson. Usually, I just follow the crowd up and down the stairs and through the turnstiles, like lemmings to the trains, but perhaps inspired by that orange glow burning in the morning sky, I noticed the people in my cohort.
There was the girl with bright orange hair, an over-sized jacket and what appeared to be Doc Martens boots? Are they back in style, I wondered or were they from her mom's attic?
There was the man with tousled hair, who looked like he had just rolled out of bed and onto the train, sitting next to a man with monogrammed cuff links peeking from behind a suit that appeared tailored just for him.
There were a flock of boys in uniforms, one a foot taller than others, heading to school.
There were people napping, nodding, watching their phones, listening to iPods, reading the Wall Street Journal, pursuing social media, and playing Candy Crush, but there was no one talking.
As we went underground, I realized there was an endless sea of diverse, different but seemingly peacful zombie like creatures heading into the bright orange sunrise, on the eve of Halloween.
Was I the only one noticing and feeling a bit uneasy?
2 comments:
Yes.i notice this too. People don’t interact anymore. They are glued to their screens or their print material. We need to break free of this and become human again. Thanks for sharing your observations.
Yes.i notice this too. People don’t interact anymore. They are glued to their screens or their print material. We need to break free of this and become human again. Thanks for sharing your observations.
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