Photo by myself on the B train, below ground.
A wee snippet from the commute, yesterday morning.
All the passengers on the morning train were tuned out on devices small and large, or they were asleep. One fellow leaned against the center pole in his own world, practicing the drums against his leg.
It was all a little surreal, but this was a typical morning.
Some riders read books and newspapers, though, just not in this view. And at times, people do talk to one another. Many couples, families or neighbors make the morning commute together.
Related posts: A New York Frame of Mind, The Subway Platform, 59th Street, and On the Ride Home.