a city of fools

i now partake in this parade of buses twice a day, shuttling through the tunnel and onto clogged paths leading to a dark dropoff point. a very inhuman depot, the bus terminal has barely any pavement and seems a milder flavor of train tubes. it can't be healthy for the dispatchers who stand amidst the smog for hours on end. sometimes i wait up to 20 minutes for the right bus, watching business folk run and futz with their phones as they make their journeys home to life.

it just seems foolish to me, let's make lots of money so we can afford to live in this expensive city and have only a few hours a day to enjoy life. this expensive city comes with stress, and so those few hours are often spent decompressing from the stress. and any dreams of pursuing hobbies such as baking pies or reading long novels just simply goes down the drain because who has time or mental energy to do that.

i love this apartment, i love being near old friends and family. i love the diversity and the fast pace. but what i do not love is the fear of leaving income behind and not knowing how to support myself and my family.