Emotions crashed over him like waves against rocks. He leaned back in the booth and could feel the tension in his shoulders. How people enjoy things like this he didnt know.
The music blarred at an unusually high decibal. That was the only thing he liked. The world was drowned out and his thoughts muted. Singular voices were lost becoming a babble in the night. Here and there he could make out words and conversations and it annoyed him to no end. So many of them were shallow as a dried up lake bed.
The people he could do without. Most people were needless, unnecessary. Yet here they were taking up space. They were careless consumers, a cog in a machine with no purpose. What was it all for?
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