My mind would like to be on the F train riding and riding and riding to destination unimportant while I listen to dance music on my Touch and read magazines and books. I’d prefer to be sitting so I don’t have to worry about keeping my body upright or moving around as people enter or exit the train. I want no direct human interaction, but want the possibility of that interaction, the promise that it’s there if…when I need it.
Instead my mind is everywhere but there, and anywhere but here.
Mine too, dear. Mine too.
Did it get off at the wrong stop?
I think we all feel that way sometimes.
I’m not like that right now, but I have been in the past. Being among people but not “with” them.
The only thing that I got from human interaction in the train was a nasty cold from a lady that infected me like the aliens did on that movie the invasion.
I’ll take “Sentence fragments that had no meaning 20 years ago” for $500, Alex.
Answer: This phrase is not a potent potable, and ties together the electronic with the tactile.
Question: What is “dance music on my Touch?”
Oh yeah. I get this. I’ve been that way for days.