Little World Beside The Glass
While I was chatting with a friend last night, this line came out of my fingers: “I love my little world beside the glass.” My friend joked that I can make a novel out of the line, and I said why not.
Because boredom can make you do the most trivial things, I searched for images with the keywords “little world beside the glass”. And, I found this image from a blog called “little plastikk qube“. The image is one of the Portraits of Idling People on the Train, which the author tagged as “the seat beside the glass:
I found the image interesting because this is exactly how I look whether I’m idling or not at work. While the person in the image is on the seat beside the glass of a train, I am literally seated beside a glass at work. And although the image is not plausible, I love sitting beside the glass because I can detach myself from the world where “other people” live and create a little world of my own.
In fact, these past few days, it would be lucky if I blurted out five words to the people outside my little world beside the glass.

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