On the tube this morning, standing opposite me, was a guy reading Camus.
He was in a suit, no tie, and he was reading Camus.
I looked at him and thought: you tosser. You complete and utter numpty. Ooooo, I'm impressed, so you're a thinker. You tool.
Oh, look at me, I'm reading Camus. I soar above you, you Metro mesmerised morons. I don't just accept, I question, I challenge...
Yes, and you toss, because you are a tosser.
He was reading The Fall. At least it wasn't The Outsider, that would have been a statement. He should just wear a sandwich board next time.
I stared at him and he stared back. I moved and he moved. My reflection moved. Then when I stepped off the tube we merged back into one.
Tomorrow, I shall be reading The 15 Minutes Abs Workout Book.
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