On being an invisible man
It isn't easy being an invisible man. People walk, talk and see straight through me. This most often happens in the huge, sprawling mass of networking channels that is known as a city. My city is London.
It shocks and amuses me at the same time to realise that there are thousands of millions of people in the world who commute into a polluted waste land to make some money so that they can then give it back to the people who pay them the money in the first place. These apes walk past me everyday, swerving in and out through the crowds to get to an unknown place, to do an unknown job and to eventually live a life so that they can then die.
Humans are just apes whose brains grew too big. Do not think that you are special because of this.
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