The silent journey to work, a time shared with anonymous companions that I see each day I take this transit. I wonder if any of them recognise me, or even notice their fellow passengers?
Slow burn [Le Sueur]
An adventure into a world on the edge of society, to a place where the usual rules don’t apply. A place of free conversation, where people can be true to themselves.
Shut down [Le Sueur]
Sheltering at home from the storm, I think back to the night before.
Gag reflex [Le Sueur]
The weekend begins with an unpleasant task, an overdue part of the regular chores.
Just a normal day [Le Sueur]
Not a lot happened, today. But I’m going to tell you all about it, all the same.
Brace [Le Sueur]
Facing down a day I knew was coming, all week. Facing the pressure and gritting my teeth. Here we go.
Status stream [Le Sueur]
Facing down the bad weather. Doable, but tough. Glad I'm back at the hab. But that's about all I can think.
One [Le Sueur]
Staring the work-year with good intentions. Let's see if I can keep them.
