this morning #2084.

this morning, instead of turning around to acknowledge what was going on directly behind him, he just stood there. human blip in a crowded bus station. he didn’t turn around. didn’t move a muscle. just stared straight ahead at the blank canvas of the opposite wall. numb to all the activity occupying his immediate vicinity. delight or danger. didn’t make a lick of difference to him. his mind was elsewhere. floating nowhere in particular. present scene wiped clean as strangers rushed about all around him. he didn’t consider that he might be in their way. didn’t need to. in public, it’s every man for himself unless he needs help. he knew the rules. has every right to stand where he’s standing. his choice. fellow man be damned.