THE ART OF COMMUTING (BOOK)
IS CUSTARD A SAUCE? YOU WALK, YOU WILL ALWAYS REACH SOMEWHERE. WE WERE TAUGHT HOW TO WALK BUT NEVER HOW TO COMMUTE. iS IT HARD?
Innovation and Change is constant and I'd say f**k that. Commuting hasn't changed one bit. The tools and transportation have changed, but our mindsets remain the same from day one. When I say tools, I don't mean hammers or axes. I mean E-Tickets, escalator, and possibly Ziplock bags. 3 things I wish we didn't have to deal with daily. I'll delve into that a bit later.
N ow you may be thinking, who is this grumpy old bastard? Well, in fact, I am quite new to the scene, but I think I've caught up pretty fast and understand the shit show quite well. I'm not one to change the world, but I am selfish and want a pleasant fucking commute. Watching a train go past and seeing that look on every passenger's face feels the same way as a stale bag of biscuits.
The first day or the first time you bought them, and it was good and you were ready to go, or excited for a good rich tea ( The best biscuit out there, perfect for any situation). But over time, the more you travel. The more you leave the biscuits out, the staler they get. The more you lose all sense of enjoyment and then the dread starts to creep in Knowing you should eat those biscuits as it would be a waste of money to bin them but you know it wont be a fun experience and it will probably put you off biscuits, the only time a soggy biscuit is allowed is with a cup of tea, not on its fucking own.
Have you ever wanted to know the right way to get off a train, or the wrong way to. how to get off a bike without falling over. Have you ever wondered what might happen if you observe. enjoy your commute. Or have you ever wanted to call someone a T.W.A.T.