I’m sat on the luas and the teenager beside me is endlessly scrolling through Twitter.
The man diagonally across from me has his eyes shut and his earphones in. No doubt listening to something more entertaining than this generic public transport noise.
The woman directly across from me clutches her suitcase. She’s going for a spa weekend. It’s her sixth this year.
There are many forms of escapism.
Some are more subtle than others.
Some appear on the surface as self development, some appear as treating oneself, some appear as boredom.
Only those who pay close attention can tell the difference.
It looks like we developed self awareness and then our minds decided we can’t be analyzing ourselves too much, best to find us a distraction quick.
Thomas Duggan 