The Ol' Number 2
WHEN was the last time you took a shit and just... did that? No fumbling with a smartphone. No desperately trying to clutch a round in your favorite mobile FPS on a tablet. Just you, a lit cigarette, and the quiet dignity of the morning throne. I tried it today, and let me tell you, unplugging on the commode is a revelation. Without a screen to stare at, you actually start looking at the walls. I noticed a line of ants going about their business. Whenever two columns met, they seemed to pause and greet each other before continuing on their merry, industrious way. It got me thinking: if these tiny insects, driven only by a primal urge to labor, have the decency to acknowledge a passerby, why can't we? We walk past neighbors, coworkers, and strangers with our faces buried in screens, entirely detached. If humanity just adopted this simple "Ant Protocol" — a brief pause, a nod, a basic recognition of another living being sharing the same daily grind — we might just begin to ...
