after riding the tube for almost a month now, i find it such an applicable metaphor for how life often feels.
especially at rush hour.
you get thrown into a mix of people, unknown, different and then all the same.
shuffled, squashed, meshed, and jostled.
you carve out a space for yourself. define yourself. all in relation to those around you.
which is no easy task with all the belonging and bags we bring with us
its a game, a dance, a rhythm and a movement.
and at times its more comfortable, more beautiful, more mesmerizing. you lose your breath.
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