Space to talk.
February 8, 2007
The train was crowded. Too crowded to talk. One hundred strangers crammed into a metal tube; one hundred pairs of eyes awkwardly avoiding each other, studying the floor, their bag, their book, their anything but talk to each other. Only the sound of wheels on track, brakes entering the station, and the beep on the closing doors interrupt the awkward silence.
Outside of the train, the streets are filled with conversation. One surprise encounter with an old friend, “Hey, how’s it goin’?”; one argument, “Aw fuck’s sake, ah don’t need this!”; one chat, “Aye, ah lent ye wan a few months back”; and one hundred more.
People like space to talk, be it good or bad.