Compacted into the hollow tube, complete strangers stand as close to one another as two lovers huddled together, while walking down a darkened deserted street on a stormy night.
The sound of human voices is muffled by the rush of air whipping against the outside walls of the metallic shell of the train.
Each physically present body contains a soul powered by a beating heart, holding a mind a million miles away, yet plagued by thoughts unwilling to cease. Emotions, worries, joys and terrors lurking somewhere beyond the grasp of comprehension fill the tiny space around them and form a condensed cloud which seems to linger in the air.
The air is dense with a number of mixed smells each one completely different from the other yet somehow intermingling to create a strange mustiness.
Leaning against the door of the train, is the pram of a baby boy. His father, crouched low over him tries time and time again to placate him but his cries get louder and louder. Soon a piercing wail echoes throughout the carriage.The baby,now the centre of attention soon becomes a matter of concern, annoyance, pain and sympathy of the small crowd which makes up the content of the carriage. Each onlooker has a mask of emotions etched into their faces, yet each set of eyes carries an undecipherable set of feelings.
Some faces are able to mask the extent of the depths by which their thoughts consume them, but their eyes have a mind of their own. And if studied carefully enough tell a different story every time.
The silence is broken by the crackle of an announcement and the baby abruptly stops crying.The train slows down and halts to a sudden stop. The journey ends and each stranger disperses, once more becoming a part of the circle of life.