Sadness

It feels like I’ve gotten less visitors to this blog lately, which makes me a bit sad. My stats seem to show about 20 people everyday for at least the last week and it hasn’t fluctuated a lot so I guess that’s good. I wonder why no one comments. [Update: I think WordPress isn’t as diligent in sending emails about comments because I’ve had a few that I didn’t realise were there 🙁 ]I definitely have had less people [read “no one”] at my photoblog. I’ll have to do something about that. I suppose it didn’t help that I stopped posting there for about a week.

I noticed a man at the station today. He’s there everyday because he works there. He works in a luggage shop that sells of random things like clothes, hats and umbrellas, next to a “cafe” where the City Rail employees frequent and right near the stairs that I come down from the platforms to get to the buses. I think he’s worked at that shop the whole time I’ve been going to Central, about three years. The reason I noticed him today was because he looked so sad. He was sitting outside in one of the cafe chairs, next to a post opposite the entrance to the shop so he could see in. He has put on a lot of weight in the last year, possibly in less time than that. He’s grown a goatie, which looked to be neatly trimmed from where I stood, that’s something at least. He just looked so bored… people often think that I look sad when really I’m just thinking, or blank, but I think he looked sad. I realised that he works there everyday of the week and he’s usually by himself. The thought of going to work doesn’t excite me very much but I do it because I need to and I cope with it because I work with really nice people. I realised today that he spends most of his days alone with very few customers. No one should have to be alone. I feel sad for that man who looked sad this morning.