Why is your worth decided at school by how many friends you have? I’d rather be left alone with a good book than sit with a crowd of people. Unfortunately, instead of reading about something I’m genuinely interested in, I have no choice but to listen to conversations I don’t care about for 6 hours until finally I get to go home.
Two men stand in a glass tower. Through the transparent walls they watch crowds of people writhe beneath them like ants. From such a height neither of them can make out their faces. Both stare, seemingly transfixed. One turns to the other and asks:
What are they doing?
The second replies:
They’re all desperately trying to be happy.