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  • Monday, 5.45pm.

    Marx was the guy who came up with Marxism, and he came after Fundamentalism and came up with the answers when society began to change rapidly and Fundamentalism says that society should change slowly, so people started to not believe in it and Marx tried to fill the gap...

    "So how was your day?"

    I'd been at College all day, and was struggling to wrap my flagging brain around the concepts of Sociology when all it really wanted to do was sleep. Maybe it was the way I was sitting with my forehead against the cold window with my eyes closed that made me sit up and take notice of this man's very ordinary conversation, or maybe it was the undertone of loneliness and regret in his voice that I recognised from just one sentence. I sat up and stared into his eyes, hiding behind the seat in front.

    "I was in meetings all morning with Vivienne, and then I started on a big project and before I knew it it was 4pm and then it started to drag because I couldn't start another big project and finish it before 5.30..."

    There was definitely something wrong, and I couldn't put my finger on it. I could see this man's whole life play out before my very eyes- a childhood spent playing in the garden, teenage years getting picked on because he really wanted to be an actor, but he ended up working in an office. I looked up, and sat three rows behind him was a man who could have been his twin. He'd taken the different pathway. He'd become what he'd always wanted to be, the actor, and he was smiling. A deep, heartfelt smile that spread across his soul and lit up his face from within. He was rugged, unkept, living on next to no wage and was happy because he wasn't selling himself in an office from 9 till 5 every day and leaving behind a bit of himself everyday. The man sat in front of me didn't smile for our entire journey.

    I was struck with a sudden urge to kiss him, slap him, do anything to shake him out of this numbness and make him feel something again because he clearly hadn't felt anything since the childhood sweetheart broke his heart at 19.

    But I didn't. I just sat there, staring at this extraordinary yet oh so ordinary man sat in front of me and watched his past, his choices, his heartbreaks, snapped this picture in a last minute decision and left him on the train.

    I was silent on Monday. But office workers tend to catch the same train every day...
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