Written by Jacob Ibrag
On my way to work, all I see are characters. The nerd
who finally gets the girl. The dapper gentlemen who’s secretly a
spy. The girl sitting across from me who’s going through a phase. Maybe
she’s changing careers and is right on the cusp of a cliche movie eureka
moment. They pay no attention to me, an extra inhaling their oxygen.
I am the camera, I am a non place. I am late to my own rat race.
Photo by Ben Hope