Obsfucated Life.

You arrive early to a place where you're meant to be meeting someone/attending something/waiting for something. There are people around you, watching you. They can see the uncomforted look in the jutting of your eyes. They can feel the unfamiliarity in your stance. They can smell the lack of purpose in your perspiration. They glare at you as you stand there, weighing up the 'fight or flight' option in your head. Your evolutionary traits are irrelevant to you though. You have technology on your side now. You are every person standing at the train station staring at their palms. You are every person standing outside a classroom swiping their fingers across a piece of glass. You are every person sitting alone at a bar pressing a button every thirty seconds hoping for something to change. You are alone with your electronic companion.