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When I'm in the Tube, just by the yellow strip, with hardly anyone about and the train speeding in my direction, I sometimes get this occasional thought of jumping on the tracks. Or of someone from out of nowhere about to push me. Then I see the face of the train driver, bored and looking down (at a crossword puzzle? A gun?) and I wonder what it would be like to have Freddy Krueger's metal fingers run across the carriages as the train comes to a stop.
More and more people abandon newspapers and books for electronic games during their London commute. A woman in her forties was playing some game on her iPhone this morning. Her finger flicked over cars speeding down a street intersection. I was listening to R.E.M. and the song turned her look of concentration into something melancholic.
A young guy down the carriage was wrapping a scarf around his neck. He reminded me of a colleague from the temp agency I briefly worked for last summer. They'd make a beautiful couple. When I looked over again, he was staring back at me.
More and more people abandon newspapers and books for electronic games during their London commute. A woman in her forties was playing some game on her iPhone this morning. Her finger flicked over cars speeding down a street intersection. I was listening to R.E.M. and the song turned her look of concentration into something melancholic.
A young guy down the carriage was wrapping a scarf around his neck. He reminded me of a colleague from the temp agency I briefly worked for last summer. They'd make a beautiful couple. When I looked over again, he was staring back at me.
