Faceless people

The train stops in the last station. Door are opening. In seconds, a flood mass of people invade the platform and quickly rush in one direction.

They are faceless people.

A congestion is formed at the stairs. All of them stops and slowly advances upstairs. I reach the daylight look for the sky and take a deep breath.

In front of me all I can see are faceless people.

In a brief moment an old friend pass by me. He is in a hurry. I recognise him by the fluffy white hair and his funny walk. Even faceless, I can recognise him. He is already few lines ahead and I abandon the idea to get in touch. Still wonder, did he recognise me when he passed me?

Probably not, for him I’m also a faceless dude.

I take another deep breath. I say to myself that I should write that down.

If I turn around I would see a lot of faces: happy faces, bored faces, interesting faces, faces. But I’m stuck in this flow of faceless people.

We all go to work. 9 to 5. Daily. With the same flow of faceless people.