Sitting here on the train platform drumming out the song I'm listening to on a notebook with a pen. I look up hoping no one's around, watching birds snatch insects from around the lights, getting this out of my head before I can write something else.
Seriously, there's no one else around. It's good because it means I can do things like pretend my notebook's a drum but where is everyone? There's usually at least five other people here even at this time of the morning. There better not be any zombies in the store today, damnit!