I’m looking down at my worn-out air force 1’s,
while I’m sitting on the bus awaiting my weekly neck-choking at my job.
I notice that I’m trampling a fake pearl necklace and overused copy of the ‘Metro’ detailing that there’s a million pounds to be won in today’s lottery.
The frame of several seconds captured countless visualisations of strangers with lottery tickets,
but the one woman who sat on my seat stood out,
this lady decided to give up her delusion along with her fake jewellery, which she left on the floor with the newspaper for some other dreamer.
I take a photo of this somewhat ironic occurrence on my BB,
and I am welcomed by vain stares from a bus-load of strangers waiting to become famous.