In Subway

Subway is a giant iron-box carrying people from station to station. People take subway don’t drive, walk or run to arrive destinations, they just stand and wait.

People in subway are always quite. They read, they sleep, they observe. Their sights collide with each other after browsing around. Yet, never a conversation unwinds.

Loving mothers and her kids, chattering school-girls and loners, kaleidoscopic individuals were shoved in this sealed space. People aren’t mean, just too tired to talk.

Sometimes people can be annoying. Like a businessman shouts out his plans over the phone, as if were claiming the territory. But most of them are blank-faced passengers whose existences can barely be felt. People you see here aren’t different from elsewhere.