Work

I have acquired an unexpected addiction to work.  To the world of work.  To the routine of work.  To the very act of getting to work.  To looking at people on trains; sharing a space with them for ten or so minutes and then leaving that space forever, to go through the same procedure again in the evening and then again in the morning.  To doing that plus then having a coffee.  Describing it like this ring, ring, it puts me in mind of being in a carousel.  Round and round I go.  Have I finally acquired a liking for this city?

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