Monday, March 21, 2011
When faced with a crowd of early morning commuters, it's easy to choke. It's also easy to be one of those commuters, directing your collective anger towards whichever fuckwit person is being frustratingly slow while at the ticket machine. You concentrate all the hate and disappointment that you can harness in your body and unleash it upon said person with a silent fury that could make dinosaurs cry.
Cardigan: Courtesy of Toi et Moi
Title: Fil Mirceski
Photography: Vinh Pham
But once you get to the front of the line...
It's easy to forget the alphabet. Aardvark Town? Your half asleep, confused little brain tells you that it must be at the end of the options, where Zig Zag and Wagga Wagga are. Of course! It's easy to suddenly lose the ability to direct enough force into your finger, causing your selection not to be registered by the machine - because you didn't press it hard enough. Hysteric and close to tears, you wish the machine was dead. You wish death upon the machine's family members. Frantically, you jam your finger into the little metal square, more determined that you've ever been in your life. Get a grip on yourself! But it's okay. It's easy to mistaken your seventeen years of age as 'pensioner', watching your finger press the 'cancel' button to begin all over again. The annoyance of the people in line behind you searing skulls into the back of your head. And it is really easy to do it all again, get your selections right and then suddenly spill all your coins amongst the feet of the very people who could use those feet to stomp the sense out of your face.
I don't know why public transport creates incredible amounts of tension amongst commuters but I kind of take pride in the fact that I can insert my ticket into the barriers before the gate has even closed on the person before me. My self-worth is based on how fast I can buy a ticket at the ticket machine, looking around to check if anyone has seen what a good little commuter I am. I don't even know why this should even matter.
I wrote all this half asleep on the train.
P.S. Thanks to Toi et Moi for the amazing cardigan. I can wear it with almost anything and I love love love the fit. Check out their campaign, it's a street-style sort of thing. I'll post it up next time because I'm half on the phone and half asleep.