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The slow chatter around me droned in my ears like all the other times. The uselessness seemed to be so tangible I could almost feel it. Everything was almost going in slow motion. Some did not even talk at all but just stood there almost seemingly thinking about nothing at all. Their eyes were glazed with fatigue and their eyes distant, but not the kind of distant you'd see on someone dreaming, no it was more of a close far away look. Like they had nothing else to do but stare till their eyes just lost the will to focus on anything at all. Not that there was anything at all to focus on except perhaps the other people there.
I'm sure the people would be despondent, except there was nothing to despair about, for they all knew no better. No one here had a past, they have no present, and they for certain had no future.