Toxic Gas
I’m new to commuting and it’s been quite an eyeopener
getting the tram to Manchester Victoria each morning and then a train to
Liverpool. The trams are full to capacity and I’ve never got a seat. I overheard someone saying he sometimes goes three stops in the wrong direction
to the end of the line so that he can stay on and get a seat. The whole
experience is very intimate; you can actually feel other people’s phones buzzing
as you are squeezed in together. Yesterday I started to count how many people
were in contact with me, I got to five and then a man moved his hand that I
realised had been on my stomach, so six. I’ve been amazed how people just get
used to this and continue as normal making private phone calls, playing games
on their phones, attempting to read, applying makeup, eating, drinking, coughing,
sneezing, belching and releasing toxic gasses, completely unselfconsciously. City life...
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