Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Cesare's Army
every morning is a zombie apocalypse. in steel cages, slowly rolling forward they flow through the asphalt rivers. this isn't living.
the morning commute was never a long one, but it always drained my spirit. no matter how positive my outlook was being gridlocked for an hour diminished my enthusiasm. to counteract the depressing surroundings i'd blare music and slurp down coffee. my climate controlled car would eventually give way to my climate controlled cookie-cutter corporate office.