The subway sways, back and forth, everyday. Everyone was anonymous, even face to face. He stared down at the tiles, seeing only feet and ankles for miles, while the music put him on another world. The door opens and closes, opens, another rider sneaks in. It closes again. The music gets louder. Louder. It had to compete with the accelerating subway.
He sat alone, towards the rear of the train. His forehead kissed the glass window. His ear buds snugged tight. He seemed pretty still, eyes closed, he bundled his sweater into a ball and placed it on his left shoulder. Soft. He could feel the vibrations of the train and the heavy beat of the music. His feet tapped the floor in harmony with the hard beat. Tap tap.
The music gave him peace. It allowed him to think. He felt connected. He sensed a pair of eyes on him, but he didn’t care. He had no specific destination. He stepped off the platform and could feel the thunder of the subway. He blended in. Everyone was anonymous, but everyone had a story.
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