Thoughts at the subway

The greatest existentialist experiences lie with the most absolute normality.
Consider going through a hard work day. Consider returning home and entering the subway. Sit down. Close your eyes. It is just you and a few eyes staring at you. You are exposed in all your tiredness. But you don’t care.

The subway speeds up and runs along galleries and stations, at a rhythm you expect because you are familiar with it. It stops, occasionally. But inside your brain, the journey is endless. (until you reach your stop).