Many routines there are in life. I like routines and I hate them. It makes me die inside and shows the true hum drum of life. There's no creativity. It can give structure, responsibility, and goal to life. That said, a life ruled by time is ruined by it too. The past week I've been watching this guy get dropped off, drinking his joe, walk past me, then walk to the bush to piss. Must be a long drive? Weak bladder? Or gonna be a long ride? Then everyday he needs to stand behind me or next to me on the platform. Like clockwork. I always move not because of social distance from a pandemic but social distance because the whole platform is fucking empty but he and I. Geez, humans need constant attention and contact.