I wonder how it would sound in this overcrowded space if our heartbeats became audible.
In the reflection of the subway roof is a mosaic of dreaming heads. In this overcrowded space we are still in our private thoughts, our private realities, our personal woven world of friends and kin.
I avoid the overcrowded space, the shared breaths, the press of bodies, and head for the empty streets to take sunlight and fresh air.
In this sea of humanity I am one water molecule and every person who makes this overcrowded car so tight, is the same. Together, we are the crowd.
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