men and women sit, some with heads bowed, hands clasped as if in prayer. low murmer heard over the din background noise. are they praying, and if so, who are they praying to, for what are they praying for? others sit, staring blankly into space, into the abyss they’ve conjured up for this purpose.
thoughts that must run through their minds, what are they…or am i wrong, there are no thoughts, just of their destination, listening to the garbled announcements coming through the tinny speakers mounted overhead…are they awake? are they sleeping? are they ignoring the world around them while they enjoy their last bit of freedom before being chained to their offices for the next 10 hours…
strange things i think of while i’m commuting…don’t you wonder the same thing?