The railroad crowd was dense. The evening commuter line shuffled into the waiting cars like sheep waiting to be dipped. The mundane contrivance of everyday life was personified in their expressions. Onism of the masses, each feeling a loss of promise of sought after goals.
I hesitate to condemn these people, I’m sure the inside of their minds might share love, possibly a dream. It’s this flirtation that can hearten their soul, a mandala for future happiness.