but there were no issues with her this time although they called her/my name over the PA system several times and it felt weird.
instead, i was distracted by:
a) the absurd nature of humans driving to a commercial space to run on the spot
b) the self-imposed alienating behaviour everyone exhibits towards each other
which, for me, pointed to thoughts of existentialism.
i find it ridiculous that there 20 of us standing less than a meter apart, running on the spot, and not acknowledging each other.
but here's the worst part, it doesn't matter how fast my treadmill speed is set to, i'm always running as fast as the fastest person around me. in fact, i must consciously run slower by turning off my peripherals and focusing on the treadmill panel.
what the eff is wrong with me?
1 comment:
nothing is wrong with you. you've just been reading murakami.
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