Sardines

We are packed like sardines into the 7:05 ferry, hundreds of us heading into Seattle with our steaming cups of coffee and laptop computers, drones in an economic beehive. Everyone has a tiny space on board this huge ferry, and will take up yet another tiny space in some faceless building. Some people scribble in books, others read email or the newspaper, everyone dressed to impress. It seems so boring, this corporate life, where we spend most of the hours of our days commuting and working. And for what? To put food on the table, to enjoy comfortable lives, to enjoy status in the community.

Sometimes I wish people could just all work together to sustain life in a group-like setting. Everyone has their role, everyone is friends, and there is a beautiful sense of community.

There are people sitting across from me, next to me, and kitty corner from me. I don't know any of their names or what makes them happy. We all sit in in our own worlds, ready to push the corporate machine, each of us a tiny gear that moves our economy forward.