I’M NOT GETTING IT

Each day I ride past them. Each day I am in awe of their empty eyed stupidity. Their simple-minded persistence in their folly is like a ruthless autism. Even cattle being herded onto the killing floor of an abattoir evince a greater awareness and concern.

I am at a loss to understand why they do it. Day after endless day, they repeat the same action. I do not imagine they hope for a different outcome, for that would be madness, so I can only conclude that they have surrendered all hope, submitted to the inevitable ennui of the daily grind – and their miserable lives have become even more miserable with this bizarre capitulation.