Nihilist

Excerpt from my lab database, C:\Documents and Settings\Ps151\My Documents\jan3.doc :

3rd January, 05
12:15 p.m.

My fifty kilometers drive every day to my work place and back, all alone. 

When a man is so used to his own company, he tends to develop a monologue syndrome. My fellow commuters, who peek into my window occasionally, take me for a mumbling disgruntled madman. Not too aberrant a personality analysis, might I say?

As I tunnel my vehicle through the traffic trying to sneak every inch of road under my tyres, I translate my existence. A faceless man in an ocean of heads is trying to foot his way through time. I have been doing the same thing every day, day after day