The train is sometimes a lonely place.

I mean, in a bus, you’d inevitably have to talk to the bus conductor. In a jeep, you’re face to face with a whole bench of people and would either need to hand their fare, or for them to hand yours. But the train is all steel that absolutely makes it unnecessary for you to interact with people if you choose to. “Miss, isang Cubao” is the most you can muster. From the moment you get in until the moment you get out, there is a series of highly mechanized machine-ized systems that spares you the effort of talking to anyone. Most you can do is watch, if you’re one for observation, or shut the world out, if you’re one for apathy. You can even face the windows if you don’t want to see the people inside the train.

Even when you’re being pressed on all sides by people, you’re alone.

I dunno, I guess sometimes I’m just sad. And the train is conductive to solitude.