Commuter

In one instant, I. can morph into a roach, going in or out a crowded NYC train station, and look for that perfect crack of space that I fit into , so I can go on with my life…

I run to sit at either end of the seat bank in the train, ohh mighty! Fifty people are playing musical chairs for those corners , and there are standbys already seated also waiting for the corner to be vacant…

Even on a Sunday when those doors open, a flock of people rush in and out, some run for the stairs like roaches, others run in again to sit on those corners, even the retired ninety year old rushes to get in front of you, why? They just do…

For one instant, I ask myself, if people scream their thoughts all at once , how many will have the same thoughts at that precise moment ?

By

Alindato

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