tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post2948688917293524547..comments2023-06-05T09:22:52.912+01:00Comments on Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open: Boredom in the rush hourPlease Don't Eat With Your Mouth Openhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09246896544080806179noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-89421213688514991862013-05-06T12:07:49.688+01:002013-05-06T12:07:49.688+01:00Whenever I visit a new place and see the locals on...Whenever I visit a new place and see the locals on their day to day business I always think about what kind of life they have. Where are they going? What are they doing? What's their life like? <br /><br />But then, I am a nosy so and so!nuttycowhttp://www.parlezvousmoo.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-14401824201578041902013-05-04T06:39:32.674+01:002013-05-04T06:39:32.674+01:00I doubt it. Locals always seem exotic to the tour...I doubt it. Locals always seem exotic to the tourists. Especially when the locals are paused at either the top or the bottom of the escalators in the tube and the locals curse at them in a quaint Queen's English type of way. ;-)Elliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09130776138284979286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30034378.post-29572116727291297642013-05-01T11:59:24.851+01:002013-05-01T11:59:24.851+01:00Nietzsche spoke of the death of 1,000 pin pricks. ...Nietzsche spoke of the death of 1,000 pin pricks. Bukowski has a great poem about how it's not an atom bomb or cancer that kills a person, it's the accumulation of the tiny boredoms and small indignities that finally do us in.<br /><br />I'm happy to see you post. It's been too long. The Unbearable Banishmenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05704208968630911021noreply@blogger.com