{"id":1049,"date":"2019-08-17T23:41:16","date_gmt":"2019-08-17T23:41:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beautifulbanality.com\/?page_id=1049"},"modified":"2019-08-18T05:39:27","modified_gmt":"2019-08-18T05:39:27","slug":"posts","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/beautifulbanality.com\/index.php\/posts\/posts\/","title":{"rendered":"Good grief, my morning commute."},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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I\u2019ve taken the 6 train more times than I can count. Each day, tired and not untalkative, I\u2019ve waited two minutes, four minutes, ten minutes; through the freezing cold, the wretched heat, always with a bad mood, which only grows worse as I ascend from the 51st Street Station Subway, face the daylight, walk another two blocks, and enter the office.<\/p>

It\u2019s life, I tell myself. It\u2019s something I have to do. But fuck, I think to myself, why do I put up with all of these people stepping on me and over me, and what about any of this has to do with the reason I came here to begin things.<\/p>

A dream? Yeah.<\/p>

But what happened to it, and where am I now?<\/p>

I am an ordinary thirty-one year old man, recently married. I have a lot to complain about, a lot to thank my lucky-stars about. But why am I so miserable on the train? Why can I not stand my reflection on the window as I stand up and meet eyes with myself as I weave around three people standing idly by the door . . . ?<\/p>

God knows, but I\u2019m still here.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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Strangers emerge onto 51st Street, from the depths of the tunnel.<\/figcaption>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/figure>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t
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So there it goes, off to work again. But why, dear why? Oh, can you not relate to those mistrustful difficult, quarrelsome faces?<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I\u2019ve taken the 6 train more times than I can count. Each day, tired and not untalkative, I\u2019ve waited two minutes, four minutes, ten minutes; through the freezing cold, the wretched heat, always with a bad mood, which only grows worse as I ascend from the 51st Street Station Subway, face the daylight, walk another two blocks, and enter the office. It\u2019s life, I tell myself. It\u2019s something I have to do. But fuck, I think to myself, why do I put up with all of these people stepping on me and over me, and what about any of this<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1069,"parent":449,"menu_order":1,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1049","page","type-page","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","style--link-1"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/beautifulbanality.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1049","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/beautifulbanality.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/beautifulbanality.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beautifulbanality.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beautifulbanality.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1049"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"https:\/\/beautifulbanality.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1049\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1098,"href":"https:\/\/beautifulbanality.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1049\/revisions\/1098"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beautifulbanality.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/449"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beautifulbanality.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1069"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/beautifulbanality.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1049"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}