I don’t know what this feeling is called, but its an
inexplicable feeling I get every so often. It is a sort of mix of
melancholy, but also loneliness and peacefulness- not unpleasant, just
an odd feeling.
Its the feeling of an asian businessman, by himself ruminating over a
bowl of noodle soup or nursing a beer at midnight. Its dawdling through
the glass door for a smoke break in the alleyway, a brief respite from a
day of hard work. Its quietly reading the newspaper in the dim light of
a train carriage clanking its way home. Its a stroll in the cool
evening air of the park simply because you couldn’t be bothered with the
plastic pomp on tv. Common themes I notice are an asian man in a
business suit, night time, quietness and being alone.
Actually, I think I know why I feel so odd now.
Because its me in the future.