What's the point of all this.

I'm not trying to get existential on anyone. God forbid I bring philosophy into this.
But I wonder about the people in my life. My housemates behind doors.
I can hear music from one; TV - Firefly - from another. Someone is sewing, I can hear the machine. I wonder about my friends; three suburbs, and three States away.
What about the people next door, my family, the woman who sold me my coffee yesterday. There's people everywhere with inner lives as full as mine. Watching, laughing, suffering, Sometimes I empathise with the doomsday callers. It feels like the end of days. Would we even know if the Apocalypse had started?

I don't know what I'm saying.

Good night.