The Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side

I am sitting in the cafeteria thinking about what I should do in my class. I can't seem to remember through the mist of catatonic boredom that this job has filled me with. However, that catatonia may be mis-remembered as something I enjoyed when I am instead pushed into productive eudaimonia, re-energised under the atmospheric pressure of a six day week.

The Odakyu Line

The shiny metal snake slithers smoothly along its metal path, inhaling and exhaling the productive lifeblood of this great megalopolis, drawing in cells from the conurbation's outer veins, passing in an endless cram along a tangled mass of capilleries, such complexity should exude an air of confusion, of chaos, yet somehow all I can see is an eerie order to it all.