I am crammed onto the narrow platform with countless other bodies.
Bodies, that’s all we are here
- there are very few minds present.
All trying to focus on something, somewhere or somewhen else.
We’re all working so hard to ignore the sound,
and the smell
of being packed together on this platform
with the bodies of so many
The train arrives
the mob bursts into the train, it’s every body for itself
Scrambling for a seat, a pole to grasp, an entry way to lean on,
or, at the very least a position between two other bodies that don’t smell too bodily
Still, all the while ignoring the humanity in bulk that surrounds us.
There are so many stories here.
So many individuals here.
So much angst, happiness, sickness, grief, anxiety, boredom, jealousy, struggle, loss, fear, success, hunger, sleeplessness, greed, sex, exasperation, imagination, paranoia, and...
It’s the overwhelming loneliness that gets me.
So crowded and so very lonely.