the northern line is playing funny these days. There have been problems for a long time and there continue to be. Every morning i have to force my way into a carriage overloaded with commuters. So little space to move, the air is laden with the breath and smells of so many people. Experiencing closeness in such confined space is generally an unpleasant experience but at times being pressed against somebody is not as bad as it sounds.
Like the other day. This man, so close to me, i could smell his skin, inhale his breath, see the little hairs on the back of his neck, feel the warmth coming from his body move into mine through our limited surface of contact. i could imagine what he's like, what his voice must sound like.
Deep under the ground, you come close to someone only to lose them to the crowds in the space of one stop.
2 comments:
well you may think you are close... just a feeling
there's the physical closeness. on top of that the feeling. it's 2 strikes
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