We are all zombies. This is what I tell myself everyday when I am trapped in the packed train on my way to the zombie factory a.k.a. work. Lucky me I am one of the few who still have that hope and imagination that can take us everywhere. I don’t even need to close my eyes, everything’s up there in my head. I wonder how long this will last though. I’m sure I will end up like them soon. I’ll be standing with a blank stare, as if I wasn’t the master of my own life and that everything just “happened” to me. Who I am kidding, we are all the same anyways. Zombies.
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