The Line
I don’t really remember what I was queuing for in the first place. a large percentage of my time is spent in lines I cant see the person at the front. They are a mirage on the horizon. waiting around. H ang ing about. Loitering. Maybe I was here to buy something. The person in front of me is carrying Pizza Ice Cream Coca Cola Zero we don't seem to be moving although people appear to be joining Behind now resembles the front. ‘come on come on come on come on’ someone is shouting don’t wish your life away, pal this line could be all we have.