telling the mountain

I left the taxis behind, today, at last at last at last. Another anonymous podboy on the bus, the tram, the pavement, tapping my fingers on my leg as I stare blankly out the window. I’m not looking through you, but I’m not frowning, either. I’d smile if I could. Even when I feel like I’m smiling, it doesn’t look like much, or so the camera tells me. My friends laugh at this. Indeed, what can I do?