|SAME WHERE ELSE||PART ONE|
| WRECK CREATION |
…and this is today.
It's not always easy to maintain a sense of wonder, thinks Atom as he jostles, and is jostled by the river of people that runs through the Great Station Hall.
With numbers this high there is no space for anything but automation. It astounds him that nobody actually sees anyone else, intent as they are on the DESTINATION, intent on escape.
Atom often cannot decide whether to admire or despise them.
But surely, he wonders, they are not all suffering the same dread, the same meaninglessness of it all.
To be alone is not the same as solitude, he surmises, since these people, this river of blank expressions, are, each-and-very-one of them at this very moment, alone.
See Mad Scientist’s Notebook (Entry No 1.1)