(A queue that takes itself far more seriously than anyone in it.)
The queue formed quietly,
as queues often do,
believing itself
to be a small demonstration
of the human condition.
Everyone waiting
for something different,
while standing
in exactly the same place.
It lengthened with purpose,
as if gathering evidence
for a thesis on patience.
Some joined it
without knowing why,
trusting the logic
of collective hesitation.
Others left,
deciding the metaphor
wasn’t worth the wait.
And at the very back,
a man stared at his shoelaces,
nodding solemnly,
as if the universe
had finally conferred upon him
the role
of unofficial queue philosopher.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 2:14 PM UTC
(A queue that takes itself far more seriously than anyone in it.)
The queue formed quietly,
as queues often do,
believing itself
to be a small demonstration
of the human condition.
Everyone waiting
for something different,
while standing
in exactly the same place.
It lengthened with purpose,
as if gathering evidence
for a thesis on patience.
Some joined it
without knowing why,
trusting the logic
of collective hesitation.
Others left,
deciding the metaphor
wasn’t worth the wait.
And at the very back,
a man stared at his shoelaces,
nodding solemnly,
as if the universe
had finally conferred upon him
the role
of unofficial queue philosopher.
A playful look at how even the simplest situations can start behaving like metaphors when we’re not paying attention.
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