Salary Man

Salary man. I had been to a place I should not be, alone in a street with neon light and it was dawn. I saw a human river coming out of the subway running down some steps, filling the street with silence and the drumbeat of despair. Neon light shivered as the harsh day took over thousands of men in suits, and some women too, dressed as fitting for work, when filling offices with gravity and restraint as befitting for salary people who came from the mysterious suburbia. Evening, the river was as a film run backwards, down into the subway the river disappeared in a silence that lacked any expression of delight, the monotony of work had made them into shy human robots that had succumbed to labour.