Peak traffic keeps people standing
in the corridor. Some sitting, poking at
their technology block. Quietly waiting.
Some got their ears wired to their boxes, seemingly oblivious to the station announcements. In their own world.
With their own thoughts. I wonder.
The woman next to me sit with closed eyes.
Her body gently rocking with the beat of the train. Probably unaware of her environment.
Strangers mixed together in a can, without
Talking, without touching. Yet we breath upon each other. Recycling the same air.
Sharing the thought vibrations that are available to us all. Are you open to it?
