The Club

I am part of the daytime crowd now. Inhabiting coffee bars, fast food stops and train stations; we are the time-passers. Filling and padding our moments, idling away the hours, all struggling to reach the next appointment in our ever decreasing schedules. I sit in the MacHouse opposite a bag lady in an aqua blue hat, carriers stuffed with papers, magazines and dead weight. I drink my purified water characterised by it's lightness and composition. She sips her tea. All walks of life walk by as I look on and lack.