Rush-hour and the tube is packed with people, people sitting, people standning, people brething down your neck. A bag in your face, an elbow in your back, sharing the same suffocating air with half of the city population.
My body start to tingle, my legs feel heavy and i want to fight myself free. I want to breathe!
At the next stop i get of and hope that the coming tube is less crowded.
2 comments:
I liked your poetic description, this is a rich metaphoric site. The inside of the body comes to mind and the fear people often have of this internal space.
What about the moments of clearing? The deep holes where you see through the tubes into others or beyond into the open air? I think of the difference stepping out onto the platform at Gamla Stan, the bars being the only thing that separate the station from the street.
Is it possible to see this exchange of common air in another light? I wonder how specific to Western Cultural notions of space this experience is for example? I wonder if you talked to people from places where more radically crowded transportation is the norm if they'd share this same perspective?
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