5:12 - Step out the door and avoid the dogs.
5:17 - Purchase a cup of chai, buy a few flimsies, grab a bite and head towards the station.
5:23 - Dodge a few hawkers, who know me by name even if they’ve never managed to sell me anything. Really begs the question where they get their leads from, and they’re just the digi ones. Those on the street I have time for.
5:48 - Board the train and fight for a seat with the same people. If we all just agreed to having the same seats, every day we wouldn’t have to go through this rigamarole. Inevitably someone wants to push their luck, and their bags on the rest.
5:50 - Train pulls out of the station. You’d think it’d be smooth given how advanced the thing is supposed to be, but it’s just as jerky as the coal and steam powered ones you can ride over in Rangoon. Someone always spills their tea rather than waiting for things to get moving. Today I’m glad I bought so many flimsies. Half of them end as a shield, melting in my defense.
6:08 - I have nothing left to read. Crap.
6:34 - Arrive at my stop. Fight through the crowds trying to pour onto the train. No one ever lets you get off. I nearly trip over someone’s basket. I think there was a chicken in there. That’s not allowed on the train, but someone still tries to take livestock onboard - every damn day.
7:00 - Walk in the door of work. To some I’m too early, for others later. I just know this is the beginning. And I’ll have to retrace my steps home, before beginning again tomorrow.
Today’s art is courtesy of Thomas Pringle from London, Canada.