We’re bored. We’re bored of the same day on repeat. We’re bored of pretending we have anything close to an idea about what’s going on; what it all means. This is an anthem for work commuters, wondering if there’s any more to life than this. Wondering if there will ever be a way to connect the bright and beautiful world inside the mind with the grey-paved, grey-faced, grey-skied reality we’ve all found ourselves a part of. At least we’re in it together. There’s something unfathomably beautiful about that. I can’t put my finger on it exactly; a certain je ne sais quoi.