carpe diem

Today I saw a shell of a man. He brushed by me on my way to class, in his salmon colored designer shirt, and $100 sunglasses, probably custom made to suit his face. Polished shoes with tassles and perfectly parted and combed hair.

He didn't look at me as he walked by. I don't know if he was really seeing anything, feeling anything. He just looked empty inside, and I wonder how many people move through their days just going through the motions.