My course is going well and the end is nigh. During this weeks daily battle with the wonder that is public transport and while coming down on the esculator I looked over to my right at the up esculator and thought that the people on it are like drones they don’t look at anyone, don’t talk, don’t smile, but just sip from their luke ware starbucks coffe and browse the mornings metro. I also wondered if they’d actually notice if the top of the escualtor wasn’t infact an entrance to the station but rather a 500 ft shear drop and they’d all unwittingly plunge to their squishy death in a lemmings style freny.