The bus seemed busier than usual, a few faces that seemed new. Not new because I hadn't seen them before, although I didn't think I had, but because they seemed more awake, less broken, more wide-eyed to the world. Maybe they'd learn. They would. Everyone these days seemed to have too much baggage, were too weighed down in their own paranoia and ego to connect with others. we can react and get annoyed by it - but it's in us all. We are the children of our age and we act accordingly. Maybe its not nice and maybe its not pretty. But theres been too many late nights and early mornings to convince us otherwise. We continue on like we are the flounders of a new world, an exciting world. But does any of us really believe that, or have any of us even thought enough about it to know whether we believe that or not!? Is contentment our Ally? Is satisfaction our friend? Do we even care? Non, nein, perhaps. Theres a problem in the revelry perhaps. A bug. A virus. It's there in us all if we want to look, if we aren't scared to. That dull ache in out stomachs, not quite sure what it is at first - if ever. A sickness? A sadness? A longing for something better? A regret? Maybe? And maybe the more you come to terms with it it's all those things. A hole. A big, fat, 21st century, existential hole. modern malaise. That thing you thought was hunger? Its not...