Syncopation

Of the eleven people at the back of this train, all of them, a cool 100%, are on their cell phones. All of us have our heads leaning forward at about 45 degrees reading our screens, exacerbating the yet-to-be-named disease causing trauma to the neck and shoulder muscles.

Someday, when this generation is old and our backs shrivel under spinal compression, osteoporosis, and the weight of our experience, we will resemble the gentle curved slope of a bold comma.

What I wonder though is what is everyone doing on their phones. I am going to say everyone is blogging about all the silly people on their phones.

I only say this because the guy across from me looked up from his phone and gave me the same smug look I was feeling a moment ago.