At 5:30 on a Friday, everyone wants to get to home as soon as possible, so the fact that there will be another train arriving on the block 2 minutes after this one did not seem to matter- all the seats were taken and and everyone had to suck in their gut so the doors of the train could close.
No one could muster the strength to try and talk over the hum of the third rail, beeps of the palm-pilots, and heavy breathing. The sound of my camera's shutter hung obtrusively in the air as if it were trapped between everyone's shoulders before being absorbed into the heavy winter coats and bags. There was nothing special about this Friday in comparison to every other Friday previous.
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