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13/2/2020
On the train, from badminton training.
I like Sydney’s summer. It is the season of new beginnings, of life and growth, of change and improvements. It’s a new page on the annual calendar, new year sevens cramming in the school corridor, new books in the librarian’s collection, new songs joining my crazily long playlist...
As the summer came into full swing, the colors of the world donned their green coats. A ray of sunshine peaked through the corner, and landed playfully on my cheekbones. I didn’t dash as usual, fearing of getting tanned (what a rare occurrence, I actually applied sunscreen:>) Instead, I let the gentle morning sunlight rest on me... and geez, as much as I hated to admit it, it felt magical.
It showered afterwards, I liked feeling the raindrops dripping on my skin. The light tinkle made me smile and open my arms.
I was a little disappointed when it stopped raining. Yet I was certain that more rain was in store this summer. (Hopefully on a night in the near future I wouldn’t despair as a fiery storm raged on... )
School passed fairly quickly, perhaps because it’s still early in the year.
I walked with friends, chatting about random things that, well, didn’t interest me that much. I followed the crowds blindly, didn’t once look up to see where I was going, because a voice assured me that the crowds knew the direction. When I finally looked up, we had reached the station. I waved to my friends and we parted ways for the day. I rushed to platform 4, dodging my way through the stream of people swarming in all directions. “Doors closing, please be careful... doors closing please be careful...” Ahhhh, so close, I missed my train by what? 10 seconds...
Another 5 mins of waiting seemed like an eternity at a place like the train station. Everything was moving so fast. The trains were rushing past me one by one like a hurl of wind, blowing me off balance.
Finally my train came, I had to bend down and squeeze through the gaps between people. It was a nightmare everyday, but I couldn’t risk missing my train again.
On the train, I didn’t feel like turning on my phone to scan through insta, or check my emails, or chat with friends... Instead, I sat, looking around. Somehow everyone around me happened to be gazing down at their screens, with little seashells in their ears. The carriage was quiet, except for the artificial female voice repeating “this is Town Hall, changing at Town Hall...” Why weren’t their chatters? Why weren’t anyone enjoying the scenery outside the carriage?
What happened to us? How did we become so detached to the real world? What would happen if we continue to be so? What would happen if everyone slows down? Would the path of technology lead us to glory or disaster?
Perhaps we would find out soon...
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