The Nusiancists

When I arrive, I’m angry, and I don’t even know what I’m angry about. Is it that the journey has taken four times as long as walking? Is it that I’ve been shoved into a strangers armpit for what felt like longer than my actual existence, smelling their smells and having their expellings expelled on me? It seems to me that more and more there is a concerted effort these days to disturb the people. Transport lines go down on a daily basis, getting around the city on the weekend is like trying to crawl through soup when you're made of croutons. Never mind the constant fear of terrorism, the day to day reality of discomfortism is doing far more damage.