Dekalb Ave

(From 9/29/08)
Like less elegant ocean waves, we took turns bobbing our heads toward the increasing potential of an oncoming train. Somehow when an invasion of personal space is made by a meerkatting onlooker glaring towards the empty tunnel, we lend each other forgiveness. There's a calm about the subway platform, or perhaps the state of communal waiting, that silences us as like Sunday morning mass. Unlike such formal services, I’m yet to feel the need to scream or violently tear my way out of the situation.

I tried not to grin when I realized there was comfort in the way we stood there sighing at each other; audibly, letting our eyes link in half second intervals, affirming our patience and insisting on our inherent impatience. Contemplating life in unison, we listened to the hum of a voiceless occupied space; eventually piling into our ride home.