A man next to me on the train took a little while to open the chest buttons of his jacket and then his shirt. He reached deep into some hidden pocket and pulled a pack of cigarettes without filter. He pulled one of the little sticks with his mouth and began sucking on it as if we were under water and not just under ground.
A young woman by the door on the other side of the train seemed to wear the entire palette of her expressions on her face. She seemed to be missing the filter which allows most of us to keep our faces from ing up when we have nice thoughts and keep them still when there is a storm inside. It looked almost as if there were massive clouds of expression rushing over her face, sun rays between them. From one second to the next there was fear, love, sadness, joy, hate, indifference, curiosity, disgust, flirt, and fear and love again. She wore an outfit that was all colorful stripes, just as if she wanted to express in her wardrobe what seemed to be the natural state of her face. Red and yellow and green and orange and blue and aqua and black and white.