Today I spent the day by myself, thinking about myself. The product of individualisation I am. The prologue of a lonely sprout.
I spent the day at home and by evening I found myself in a bus, not able to remember why I was there or where I was going.
I remembered after tracing back a few hours, only to realise I had missed my stop.
Now I’m where I had intended to be, suddenly feeling uncomfortable that there are so many people around me and not one of them as confused as me.