Written by Jacob Ibrag
All of these people holding onto their
sanity as the subway tunnels swallow them whole.
Whatever lives they have outside of here doesn’t mean much
anymore. Connected by this waiting room with trains, a non place. Eyes
avoiding eyes, minds drowned out by an amateur drummer that’s trying to get
discovered. Culture created by the people that hate it. ‘Waste of time,’
they all think, rushing from this space to another place of
purgatory. Helpless souls that can’t quite understand
that they’re part of a whole. Blinded.