Rat Race

And we rise out from the ground like rats. All of us inevitably wanting the same thing, being just a piece of this immense, limitless city, all for ourselves. We want the same, but head in different directions, at different paces, with different intensities. Yet at the end of the day, after the race is over, we submerge ourselves to the underground congregation yet again, our meeting place, where numerous walks of life share the same space, the same direction, perhaps for the last time. As you grip the steel bars, your body nestled between the performer, the intellect or the vagrant, you exhaustedly sway together under the train's motion, silent and resigned. There's a commonality among you, a stillness, an understanding no one speaks of. No one dares break this rare moment of silence, because once you rise out from the depths of the city, the race against one another begins anew.