"I often wonder what people think as they sit on trains – are they
wondering about the day’s events either preceeding or to follow this
ride? Are they replaying last night’s embarrassment over and over in
their minds as their cheeks slowly redden, remember how they tried to
kiss that cutie in the club and only got cheek? Or maybe they’re
silently cursing the excited old lady, sitting two seats down,
animatedly describing something or other to her equally snow-peaked
complanion, who’s inadvertently preventing them from catching a nap on
the 22 minute journey from Dover to Bugis, yet speaking in an
incomprehensible tongue such that they can’t even listen in on the
conversation while being kept away…"