data retention policy
On a Friday evening commuter train riding home from Paddington toward Reading town I watch the scenery roll past while listening to the American in the seat behnd me talk on the phone about the data retention policies of an international organisation
I’m drowned in the chatter of half-conversations around me. Everyone is travelling alone, most people are talking to someone on the phone.
A lady two rows back is having an arguement about her ex-husband and her medication. I suspect that nearly everyone in the carriage heard, no-one comments, it’s not our business.
Private in public, privates on parade…