Passing Moments

"It's windy today, but I guess that's normal this time around." After I put on my coat I start making my way out of the house. My daily routine really never changes. I leave my apartment and wait for the lift. A painfully long ride later I finally leave the building. The first thing you'll notice is the air. The smell is awful and you can barely get any oxygen into your lungs. After years of this you just get used to it I guess.
While walking down the street I pass many people, all just grey blurs in my peripheral vision. Colourless buildings and a sky clouded by smog, my only travel companion. The masses move like waves through the ocean, seemingly unstoppable until a bigger wave swallows them. Everyone has his own story, his own destination. As time moves on, so do I. Arriving at large grey tower, no different from the others I enter my workplace.
"Good Morning, sir" the woman behind the reception desk greet me. A weak and grumpy "Morning" is all I manage to mutter before waiting for yet another lift. I enter and so do two others, both employees of me. None of us utters a single word, knowing that nobody wants to talk so early. They move to their respective desks while I let my gaze wander through the office.
I notice some are missing, some are working and others just chat with their coworkers. As long as they finish their assignments I don't care. My own desk is behind a closed door that has a little sign with the words "Always remember to enjoy work!" written on it. I thought it was a nice way to encourage the others, bu nobody cares not even me. Work goes as usual, only interrupted by my secretary and lunch. Before I even realise it's dark outside again. As usual I'm the last one here, but that doesn't bother me as I have nobody waiting for me.
The way back home is just the same as in the morning. Lost in thought I'm not paying attention to my surroundings, making my collision either the person in front of me inevitable. I only stagger back, but they fall to the ground. "I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention!" I apologise frankly, while helping them back up. "It's alright I didn't either." They say. Our eyes meet and for a brief moment, time seems to stop. And just like that it's over, we both continue on our ways, probably never meeting again.
Back home I start making dinner rethinking what happened today. "I think today was alright" is all I write in my Diary, the same sentence that fills the last few days, the only sentence written in that book over and over again.