Monday, March 29, 2010

Something odd on this morning's train ride. As usual I was surrounded by the cattle, watching them from behind my "human mask". They stare blankly with the defeated look of caged animals. Their incessant prattling about their insipid weekend or their contempt and loathing for their occupation. Some numbing their senses with portable electronic devices, oblivious to their surroundings. While observing these despicable creatures, something caught my eye. I noticed a man on the far end of the train seated on the bench opposite me. He was a well groomed and dressed man, surely someone of means and breeding. His graying hair and deep lined face gave the impression of being in his late forties to early fifties. What piqued my interest in this man were his eyes. It wasn't their appearance, but what was behind them. He was looking at the cattle around him with same contempt and hatred that I do. He also seemed to be cloaked in a "human mask". He appearance cordial to the casual glance, but someone a little more astute could see that it's a facade. After a few minutes of observation we locked eyes for a few seconds. It was very odd. It was almost like looking in a mirror. Feeling slightly uncomfortable I quickly looked away, keeping my eyes diverted from him until we reached the next stop. He hurriedly sprang from his seat and made his way to the doors, glancing back at me briefly as the doors opened. He pushed his way through the crowd and disappeared from view. I find it hard to believe that was even his stop. It was in part of the low rent district of the city. Very strange.