A mind-boogling experience...
A good friend of me lent me a bicycle for the last two years. I gave it a good home and it served me very well. It helped me circumvent and avoid innumerous days of tube delays and temperature that you couldn't legally transport livestock in.
However, those days are gone as he needed the bicycle back. Well, at least, until I buy a new bicycle. I already have a very good value bicycle, the Focus Black Forest, but that's a story for another day.
Being bicycleless and back on the Tube, I have noticed something. No, not the sweat deluge generating temperatures or vast quantity of people with death written on their faces. No, I have experience the sensation of sheer futility of being part of the London collective.
What do I mean, you ask? Every person riding in my carriage, my train and my route to work has their own story. These stories are interconnected with other peoples stories, etc, etc. Therefore, by riding the tube to work just once I am exposed to almost an infinite amount of other people's experiences. It is awe inspiring to the point that I am finding it a bit overwhelming...
People say that you are connected to every other person by 7 degrees of separation, but by how many degress of separation are we connected by virtue of association. So many people must take the same train to the same place, perhaps even the same company and never know the other person exists.
If I had the choice to choose a career soley on how interesting I would find it (assume I won the lottery or inherrited a fortune), it would have to be sociology or psychology. I am simple fascinated by the human psyche and the interactions between people.
Everything has a story, a watch, outfit, fascial expression... Take a look around the tube or large group of people and appreciate the sheer volume of experiences shared amongst everyone. If it doesn't make your head spin, suck some helium and talk like a high-pitched small person. That will...