Daily snippet: Voyeurism

According to Blogger I have 1200 page views since I started up last year! 

Yay thanks for the visiting folks!

Yet, I've only had about 5 new subs/tweeters/likers in that time.

Such is the nature of the Internet. And blogging for that matter. Putting personal and private thoughts words out into the void of the Web and the only reciprocation is the knowledge you have been "viewed". 

It's not even Monday

I hate pre-9am travel. I can't stomach eating breakfast before I head out into the drudgery of other pre-9amers: soulless uncaring community.

There's no joy of life standing waiting for the bus. Not even the birds care to sing for me today, odd how I notice when it never occurred to me before.
No touch, no smile, no talking as I swipe my pass.

I use this time to catch up on the world events, work emails, whatever. The only time I get to read the books I bought fithteen years ago. It's Tales from Earthsea a classic fantasy I must read. I love fantasy. Living an hour twenty three mins each morning in someone else's works is a dream. 

Godssake people are deathly quiet this morning.

Must be the hum of the diesel engine drowning out their voices. I see their mouths moving. Faces deep in screens. I prefer real pages. But silence here nonetheless.

A woman gets on with her baby. She wasn't here yesterday. She''ll lose herself in here. Her baby is crying, a shrill voice louder than this deafening silence. Gods I'm awake now kid!

Felt like I was drowning, all this time, and I've just come up for air. Why isn't anyone else reacting? Why is no-one paying attention? She's been on too long, that mother, her voice has been swallowed and the baby cries. It knows.

Gotta get off this damn bus.