The Meaning Of It All

I write down details of my trip into work every day I go to work. I type about interesting stuff, funny stuff, weird stuff, annoying stuff...stuff. Stuff.

Why does it matter? Does it matter? I am collecting experience and putting it into some kind of recorded form. I guess I am capturing time.

Time is depleting for me (hopefully not rapidly!) It's depleting for everybody.

Capturing the time I am here. Putting it somewhere. Keeping it.

Letting myself and others know, "I was here."

It had meaning.

Commute was ok today. No complaints. The T conductor thanked us over and over for riding the T.


Bus Departure Time: 6:58
Bus Arrival Time: 7:12
T Departure Time: 7:16
T Arrival Time: 7:37
Weather as I call it: Sunny 50s
Level of commute annoyance (scale of 1 to 10): 1
Feared for my life: No...I was busy living life.

1 comment:

bigguyd said...

probably thanked you because of all the accidents they've had recently - a PR/feel good thing.