Ideal is the separation from all. Parking lots, buildings, stairways, elevators, people. The walk to my first morning class after discovering cement amid multicolor car formations. The sight of faces resigned to obligation. A bi-racial couple fighting over hearsay. The older female late to her speech class, troubled by the inconvenience of buses. The cigarette bud on the floor, alone and divided. Entering a classroom concentrated with inert bodies. Teachers who encourage mediocrity because it's easier to grade, or the time Thomas Hobbes ruined my English essay. Two hours of disengagement honored by a ten minute break. The release of bodies to their next commute. Outside, one great migration. Stoic faces hiding under fancy cell phones. Capitalism's discreet captivity. Two males greet each other with surprise. In Iran, people are executed by hanging. They speak banalities, they only shared one class in Spring.
