Two Minutes, Forever

It's 5:41pm.

I'm on my way home on a packed train. People are tired, unexcited. Depleted and ready to relax after pretending to be robots.

It's 5:42pm

Still going. Just under the river, just one stop for me. It gets much worse for the others who go all the way to the end. Some go even further, take the bus, another train to another city.

It’s 5:43pm

On the dot the train door opens and the platform unhappily welcomes the crowd. Same crowd as every weekday. “Why do they come,” the platform asks. Why not be unmoving as you have made me? Platform wonders of its own existence. It doesn't know how to move, it wouldn’t know what it's like. It has no desire to know so it stays put. Unmoving.