i was sitting on the plane not to long ago. beside me a young college girl. beside her, a middle aged man. being a curiously inquisitive creature, this young girl managed to learn the entire life story of this man beside her. i stared out the window watching a thunder storm reflecting on my passing future.

"so what do you do?"
"so you like design it and stuff?"
'not anymore, no.'
"well, then what do you do?"
'just another empty suit...middle management.'

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it resonated within me.

just another cog. another gear in a grotesque machine. he is i. i am he. single serving. fleeting. meaningless.

existential at heart - this still managed to sadden me. it was fleeting. the future passing.

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