With such a grandiose title, one would expect topics such as the rate of forests being hacked down (17 football sizes a day - 1994 info dug up for Geography assignment), why there seem to be widespread belief that distant aliens/underground imps/dearly departed Babaji are coming to deliver salvation or the reasons why some people (or mice) just want to take over the world.

This would just be condensed, to stupid humans for today.

If you ever decide to stop and ponder about life, let it not be at the foot or head of an escalator. Once you have breached this stupidity barrier, you've given up the right to be cussing if someone shoves you out of the way. Escalator Egghead.

Being mild-mannered, all I did was mumble 'scuse me' and gave a tsk tsk slightly annoyed look. There's a crowd, tumbling down from busses, all seemingly in an amazing race to be first to reach the top of the escalator. The masses are pushing, pushing. With absolutely nowhere to go, except for one sackful of overdue library books to return, I had to move on at the same pace or risk being stampeded. And there you are, one nyonya, apek and kid, in a circle, like preparing for a huddle, right at the bottom of the upward-going escalator.

Scuse me.

Eyebrow lifts, scowls from the unholy trinity. 'Scuse me' must have been dropped from the courteous phrase bank. Be thankful that all I gave in addition was a look. I had slo-mo images of pulling out the metal hairpin from my bunned-up hair ala pulling out a He-Man sword and giving em one good, hard jab each. Ya wanna discuss where to go next, do it elsewhere. Ya wanna contemplate where this moving staircase might actually lead to, find a corner and theorise. Ya wanna know if your common sense could be honed on this diagonal treadmill, give it a shot.

Just keep the feet moving.