living on the edge of this huge metropolis, commuting has become a very central aspect of my daily life. it feels like half of my day is consumed by
sitting standing in the train. in this small place, people are forced to share a part of their life's time with strangers. there's no escape, so to speak. i find this kind of confrontation very interesting, and my mind starts to fabricate hundreds of stories around the fate of those people.
|mid aged woman reading one piece, a manga popular among male teenagers|
|many people try to get the most out of their time, so they sleep on the train.|
|the untouchables. women in a female-only-car.|
|very often, i see entire groups (5-8 guys) of commuting male students play with their Nintendo DS' after school|