07 Nov 2014

It has been a very rainy day. Gray. Flintholm now, station before last stop on the Metro…S-train now. Not so packed. Lots of people with their noses in a smartphone, attached to it with an umbilical cord – their earphones. Across the aisle a white haired bespectacled man is doing a crossword in the newspaper. Do those still exist? Everything is electronic these days. My meditation teacher, an irish buddhist teacher, encourages putting our gadgets aside. Hmmm he was right about how many people don’t look up. I’m relieved to see a few book readers. A little girl in zebra wellies is playing a game on her Dad’s iPad. Its dark outside. A few lights can be glimpsed.  Måløv station. Snipits of conversation…a colleague gone down with stress, lost her memory. Wow! How do we get that far out? Why are we not caught, by colleagues or friends, in the downward spiral that a burnout is? What are we so afraid of? Those watching, working alongside. The little girl got off with her Dad. The game to be finished at home. She’s happy. Stenløse. Someone just said about herself that she was dead during the week and only lived on the weekend. Can’t see her face. Lots of umbrellas in hand. I wonder how many are forgotten on the train on a day like today? Ølstykke…bus next. See you tomorrow. Have a great evening.