2006-03-23 - 5:55 p.m.

Down, down into the belly of the beast, through the ground and into the heat. Swarming masses feeding on tokens, thrusting, silent, getting ahead. Bustled and hustled, with tunnel vision, you spy your mark and reach a decision. Standing behind him on the platform, shouting into his gimmick, meaningless words lacking precision. Push him off and watch him splatter. Slip away, what’s the matter? Take a stance against ill manners. You’re right behind him. Push, push, push. The grim claxon sounds and now it comes. Battering, clattering, rattling through. Choo choo choo! You’ve now decided what to do. You stand there still amid the commotion, looking at your hands.

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