Apparently Tuesdays are the most productive days at work. People have forgotten about the past weekend, and the next is too far off to suffer thinking about it. Today, I got to work on the 22nd floor of a bank. I hate my job teaching English, but sometimes views like this compensate for it. It's not pretty, but it's a megaopolis, and that's something.
Sometimes living in a big city can leave you feeling like you're walking in slow motion, while everyone else is too preoccupied with their own lives to notice.
So, you begin to compensate for this by finding your own niche, something that you like to do, something that separates you from the throng. Or, you stare at the sky...
...or gaze at the ground.
Sometimes laziness is mistaken for depression, but more than we care to know, depression is mistaken for laziness.
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