Traveling
People stream out, fusing together in a wave. Faces - a blur as they mingle and weave between one another. Each with a look of worn distain.
As the last of the people leave, we enter, finding a seat. This train seems wider, than those I’m used to, with higher ceilings and straighter walls. Feels more comfortable, more spacious. We find a seat, two in front of a man wearing earphones. He stares vacantly outside, and doesn’t seem aware of our presence.
A sudden jerk. The train moves. Soft conversations in the background.
No internet. Panic. When did I become so reliant upon this digital connection?