Coming home
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A time stamp in the foreground marks 8 p.m. on Monday 5 September. Badges approach the sensor in sequence, each emitting a 'beep'.
Twilight. The yellow/orange lights of street lamps illuminate grey, crowded streets.
Noah is returning home after a day's work. 40 years old, good looking but unkempt: unshaved beard, white shirt and jeans. He is sitting on a bus seat on the window side. The glass reflects his apathetic gaze, fixed on himself.
There are other passengers in the bus. They are different in age, gender and style, but all with the usual dull light in their eyes. No feeling leaks from their faces.
The bus stops at a station.
A visibly drunk girl gets on. She wears a little black dress, smudged mascara streaking her face. She is distraught. She climbs the steps of the bus trembling and holding onto the seats to keep from falling off. She goes to sit behind Noah on the aisle side. No one seems to notice her. No one is pitied, frightened or even disgusted.
Noah only looks away from the window when the bus comes to its stop.
The doors open with their unmistakable sound.
He rises from his seat, a listless nod to the driver, and gets off.
Twilight. The yellow/orange lights of street lamps illuminate grey, crowded streets.
Noah is returning home after a day's work. 40 years old, good looking but unkempt: unshaved beard, white shirt and jeans. He is sitting on a bus seat on the window side. The glass reflects his apathetic gaze, fixed on himself.
There are other passengers in the bus. They are different in age, gender and style, but all with the usual dull light in their eyes. No feeling leaks from their faces.
The bus stops at a station.
A visibly drunk girl gets on. She wears a little black dress, smudged mascara streaking her face. She is distraught. She climbs the steps of the bus trembling and holding onto the seats to keep from falling off. She goes to sit behind Noah on the aisle side. No one seems to notice her. No one is pitied, frightened or even disgusted.
Noah only looks away from the window when the bus comes to its stop.
The doors open with their unmistakable sound.
He rises from his seat, a listless nod to the driver, and gets off.