A Tube Ride

Sitting on this tube train – Embankment 15h45 and more people get on; squish squash madness.

The rest of the ride, I write from inside the tube train:
Through the turnstiles, I become a rat in the race, a mouse in the maze, a cow in the cattle.
Walking through the underground tunnels, I lifted my head on the escalator, and once again, amidst the black coats, I felt like I was in a funeral procession; or the mass movement of the Jewish herded out by the Nazi's.
On the train - We progressively become sardines in our tin.
YAY! for headphones and music, no wonder people cling to them; I think that is how I got through my year too.
People's noses are in their papers, their novels, their thoughts and dreams.
One guy nodded off whilst standing and then a bump woke him up again.
I spot a hottie dressed in black, nice! Having eye candy on the ride always makes it easier.
Others unconsciously chew their gum, and my mind wanders to the vision of cattle chewing their cud. Zoned out, tired, hot in the small space cramming the boundless souls…
Ah, two people travelling together, some human voices, a conversation, contained between the two. The sound is good.
As I look closer, the general colour of clothing appears to be navy; maybe summer is the cause of the lighter shade of black.
Such a range of different textures of people around me, different sizes, shapes and heights, avoiding each other, when they have so much in common, but will never know it, or see it.
People cling to the frames of bars all around, clinging for their lives, and my mind wanders back to the images I saw in Germany, the photos of those in concentration camps…

I need to escape the farming of Pounds… pounds…and the sadness of souls squashed in the heat, and the cold.

Claustrophobia hits me; I can't find a pocket of air in here… to breathe…