There is a perpetual sense of solitude that
takes hold of you during the commute.
You’re surrounded by people but you feel oddly removed from everything
around you. They have nothing to do with
you nor do you have anything to do with them.
Each person commutes within the comfortable confines of his or her own
reality. It is a world in which no others exist until the moment your solitude is shattered by the rogue reality of another.
