Role playing again, let’s pretend we’re grown ups, wearing tie and suit and looking sharp as a razor blade, being one and being no one among the thousands riding the subway to work and from work, sleepy faces and giant mugs filled with coffee.

Young or Old, it doesn’t matter, everybody is wore down. The dreams of a beach house or a Brooklyn apartment (no more rent) depends on the person, but dreams are plenty and those dreams are the reason for this daily scenes of endless commute, and millions of things to do a day just to get paid biweekly…. to someday have plenty of the leftover pennies to afford a dream. To make it real.

“Wireless networking, stock options, but all these fucks look the same”. Sometimes you become the thing you hate the most. I have become one of them. Cheers.