Fragmentation

Apartment dwelling strangers who never stop to talk, don’t know the people living a few doors down the block. They nod hello while driving by but never know my name, somehow I get the feeling it’s all a terrible shame. Our insular existence strikes me as really weird, as if the nearby neighbor is someone to be feared. Co=dependent for nothing without a single bond, don’t know if he is fair or dark a redhead or a blonde. He has a noisy dog though a mutt that barks all night, I thought about complaining but didn’t want to fight. Who is this man I live near this stranger with a dog. can he be a big wheel or just a minor cog? Is he also curious does he wonder about me, or is he just concerned with what is playing on TV?