of benevolent yearning: a post modern northeastern liberal elitist point of view

the ceaseless commute covers distances both outwardly and within as we move to and fro from inner space to outer, physically, yet stay within ourselves mentally.

day in and day out we board trains surrounded by thousands and yet completely isolated. "with bandstands in the mind" blasting symphonies (and worse) through white cords constricting our bodies from our pockets. we hide in nooks and stare blankly around, avoiding eye contact like the destitute homeless man who reeks of urine sleeping in the corner of the last train car.

then we embark up the steps to the wide open world, heads down and fingers busy, attempting to use our peripheral vision to narrowly avoid bumping into each other but failing most of the time.

make phone calls. write emails. inauthentic communication for the most part. hardly but a few strains of subjective truth squeaking through as we all yell for community while climbing and raking over each other to reach the top.

to what ends do these streets lead? which road do we choose to walk down and why?  if understanding requires quiet, don't expect to find it here - at least out in the open.

but there may be something to learn from the noise of it all.

is a single object made up of many moving parts, put together unknowingly, and connected by subjective indifference still something that moves forward with confidence and determination?

that is the understanding we all secretly hope to achieve.