The chug-chug of a subway train through dark tunnels full of misplaced gears, scurrying rats, and people forgotten by the light and forgotten by the world. That is the music of the metro: chug-chug, whistle, grind and grumble.
It is hypnotizing, lulls you into a false sense of confidence, safety, even comfort amongst the grime and detritus. Only the jarring stops, frequent and jaw-cracking, remind you that in every station a journey ends as another one begins.
We reached a station; only one of us got off. Chug-chug, whistle, grind and grumble–a journey continues.