| Eyes averted to adverts of mobile phones, soon-to-be-released features, gimmicky radio stations, new herbal enhancers, pretending to be interested. No one talks. Empty seats separate dull minds, desperate not to associate, not to disrupt the ride. Danielle Steel novels opened, library copies creased with overuse, eyes scan over their tops to survey potential threats, handbags mark seats as taken. A child wails. Preppy schoolgirls coo at tiny dogs on leashes. Hollow beats from iPods unleashed from various sources. I soak it in. Each individual, personalities hidden by frozen countenances, has a destination. All different, although equal in fare, sharing a fraction of time before distancing ourselves aboveground. But for that brief moment, we are one: anxious, uncomfortable and silent, a beautiful conglomeration in a time of practicality. |
| Friday: Two O'Clock Subway |