 I was lured out of my daydream on the train today by the D.I.Y peroxide of the high-school girl in front of me and I would understand if my smirk was mistaken for contempt.
As I affectionately relived my first peroxide experience the rails transitioned from the white noise of the suburbs to the coastline and mine and DIYs' eyes simultaneously turned to the fraught and mesmerising sea. Immediately I became aware that I was next to a pillar so her condensated view was the best we had. Recognising our momentary link, I wasn't surprised when she created a small peep-hole for us with her index finger. At that moment, that passive peep hole became the metaphor for my life. I'm aware there is a bigger more panoramic view, even if it's unclear, but I confine myself to a safe (blinkered) space. No challenges. No surprises. I felt neither sad nor disappointed. I felt forewarned...
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