observe what is real...

Sitting in a subway car, delayed by whatever delays are made of, I sit observing the separate souls sitting in the seats, uncommon and yet communal. Not seeing what they choose not to see, and having to look at things that would never be part of their own personal path. But because of the collision of circumstances and time, what do we collectively witness. 

Despair, youth, grim, youth, wealth, injury, community, disdain, pollution, pity, odor, boredom, patience, anger, rhythm, age, invention, compassion, desperation, advertising, and routing. So much - maybe too much - in one 10 minute ride. Not this not this. 

I must choose my own effect and bless it all happening anyway. 

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