"L" is for Let Me Introduce You

It's funny how city life varies from...well country life is pretty accurate.

An empty subway is quite an intimate experience. Whereas in country life, subways don't exist, but if you were to ever be one of three people alone with each other, each person would leave the situation with general knowledge of the other.

Here, in the city, you assume.

The empty car is the perfect stage for imagination (especially when your iPod provides the soundtrack).

Imagining names,

Sexual orientation,

Occupation(s),

Hobbies,

Friends,

Lives.

Then the muse abruptly leaves the stage at his/her stop - colors, sounds, imagery - GONE.

Yet it feels strangely like you became acquainted. Or maybe that's my inner country mouse tainting what is normally a bland interchange (if that, at all).