The Clockwork Commute
The 6:15 AM train to Grand Central was a river of grey suits and dead eyes. Arthur sat in the same seat every day, staring at the reflection of his own exhausted face in the window. One morning, a folded piece of paper was tucked into the seat beside him. It was titled "The Life Outline of Arthur Pringle." It was a spreadsheet. *06:15 AM: Enter Train. Thought: 'I hate my job.'* *06:42 AM:...
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